But some day there'll be no room for that healing to take place.
Can't you see how one by one you filled up those spaces for things that destroyed you?
Some scribbled pain, some caused you cracks.
Weren't you silly to let them do that to you?
Won't you stop letting them in, at some point?
Can't you see, you can't make there room now?
But look, may be there's still some space between the bitter pain and regretted love.
Save it, take your time, don't be hasty this time.
That space awaits a healer.
A healer who wouldn't come with lilies and scented candles in his hands.
No, he won't be a Prince Charming, nor is your tale about glass slippers and pumpkin carriages.
He'd be someone who'd perfectly fit in that space. Someone who wouldn't need whole of you. Someone who'd love you for your scars and cracks.