Your patience

I'm not an easy person to be with. I get angry quickly and I snap back just as fast. I know it hurts you sometimes and I hate it. But you're patient with me and never leave when we fight. When I get pent up, you stay. You trace your fingers against my knuckles and pull me to your chest. You wait until I'm calm and then we talk. You stay.

I always expected you to walk out one day because I thought you would eventually have enough. But you never did. And it's been seven years.

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