Before you call me patient, maybe step in a little closer;
continue your inspection.
What you'll find is this: my tolerance stems more from letting people trample over me
than from any conscious effort to be kind,
so take caution.
You've become so casual in your continuous disrespect; it's building a
fire of aggravation.
I didn't love myself and I didn't believe I deserved to,
but I'm learning - and I still have a tremendous distance to go - that I am worth much more than
my previous prediction.
Moving on from you seems so foreign. Your loss would be the weirdest mixture;
an excited lamentation.
All I hope is that you benefitted from my so-called patience
and that the world I showed you was a step up from reality - almost like a
temporary life promotion.