Jan 1 • General discussion
The Version of Me That Tolerated
The version of me that tolerated
late replies,mixed signals,love that came with conditions she’s gone.
She used to make excuses for disrespect,
translate silence into hope,call bare minimum effort because she wanted to believe people meant well.
She tolerated being misunderstood,
being last,being almost chosen.
She stayed quiet to keep peace
and called it maturity
while it slowly hollowed her out.
That version of me explained herself too much,forgave too fast, and held space for people who never held her the same.
She thought loyalty meant endurance.
She thought love was patience
even when it hurt.
She thought staying was strength
until staying started to feel
like self betrayal.
The version of me that tolerated
confusion was tired of clarity.
The version of me that tolerated
inconsistency was starving for stability.
The version of me that tolerated
disrespect was afraid of walking away.
But I met her in the mirror one day
eyes heavy,spirit bruised, heart still beating
despite everything.
And I thanked her.For surviving.
For carrying what she didn’t deserve.
For loving when she didn’t feel safe.
Then I let her go.
Because this version she doesn’t tolerate.
She chooses.She requires.
She walks away the first time she feels small. She doesn’t beg.She doesn’t chase.
She doesn’t stay where love has to be negotiated.
You’ll miss the version of me that tolerated you. Because this one?
She knows better And she’s not coming back.
~butterfly ~
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The Version of Me That Tolerated
