Show me where I asked you to break my heart once, years ago.
Show me where I asked you to mend it only sparingly so you could break it all again.
Give me time to let the scab form.
Let me feel like a total loser because I felt like the end of us meant, the end of me.
Now is that moment when I need to curl up into my chrysalis, to sluff off the dying remnants of the yesterday me.
Become reborn as something better than before, something stronger, something perfectly capable of being loved by someone who knows how.
The time for me.
For new discoveries.
For new hopes, dreams, even fears; because I am human.
Once I can stand tall on my new feet, with acceptance and pride, I know how this will end.
You will see me once more.
Your heart will race, your knees will buckle, gravity will take you to the ground where you deserve to be for a time. You will cry, and that's alright, it frees your pain and you'll have that.
Your head will slowly rise, looking to me again for guidance.
All I have to give to you, is the promise that it gets better with time if you let it.
I must remind you, however, that love doesn't come back. Turn your back on it once, you might have a chance to be let in the door. Turn your back on it twice, and the locks are changed and the old key is melted down as a keepsake.