She learned how to smile with tears in her eyes,
Reading the truth hidden deep in his lies.
She learned how to whisper, "I'm perfectly fine, "
While numbing her pain with a sip of cheap wine.
She stayed through the cold and the loneliest nights,
Her thoughts drifting off with the northern lights.
She made her excuses, called heartache a vow,
Named suffering "marriage, " and stayed anyhow.
She loved him even when loving him hurt,
Dying a little each day in her hurt.
She prayed for their union, knelt down in the dark,
While faith slowly faded, just losing its spark.
She loved him past flaws, past sin, past the laws,
Even when he broke every promise and cause.
She loved him in silence, she loved him alone,
When he never learned how to love her back home.
She gave him her heaven, he handed her hell,
Yet she swore she would stay, she told herself, "Well…"
She begged him for love like it was a crime,
While doubt kept its rhythm, ticking with time.
She stayed loyal through lies she pretended were few,
While he rehearsed exits, and goodbyes he knew.
She loved him to ashes, to nothing, to dust—
And he practiced leaving while she practiced trust.
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