I see you,

waiting there patient.

Hoping that sometime soon I'll be complacent ,
Enough to let you attach to me like a flea market bracelet and once.
You catch hold it's hard to shake free,
As if in some way, you become a part of me . A part of me I could do without, unwelcome , unwanted no doubt.
Unavoidable.

But there you are, patient.

And now you see me.

You see me become a lesser version.
A conversion , of what I used to be before your latest attempt at aspersion.
Reborn?  Right? As a new and un-improved apparition of YOUR view.

We battle though don't we. We fight daily. About what you're trying to make me. And You can't quite grip that i have something I don't take lightly. I have more to fight for, than you could ever imagine. Never thought there would be four. Did you? :)

So. You sit there patient.

Chipping away at the parts of me available. Very much breakable. But I don't need them.
What is available from me mentally or physically I do not need. Anything you may break or batter. You are welcome to because I have things that DO matter. Untouchable.

So I sit here patient.

Waiting for our next show.
And we both know I will see you.
I'll be waiting.

Patient.