Mock me with names, it's all the same,
Your words reflect your own inner game.
You won me with a daring flair,
Yet, dare me again, I remain unaware,
For your antics, I simply do not care

In your eyes, I'm the one deemed rude,
Yet, it's your lack of understanding that's crude.
I've shielded harsh judgments, not to cause pain,
Yet your words cut deep, a torrential rain


Standing firm against storms, enduring long
Not afraid of losing you, come what may,
For if you depart, it simply conveys,
You're not worth the effort to stay.