Poem for my ex before she left

I broke my heart trying to fix yours in the process. I felt I was something special and memorable to you, but it turns out I was only the bitter person you wanted.  I stopped running to save the glass that fell off the counter when I knew I was miles away from catching it. Instead, it already broke to shards when I got there with no time saving it. I was left with damaging and bloody hands crumbling and piecing it together only for the once beautiful glass to fall into its original pieces. Thats when I just cry looking at my once beautiful hands turn into bloody eyesore palms. I guess we're both broken now, right?