You weren’t there when I silently wept
Nor were you, when I cried out loud
Yet I turned up, when roles reversed
And you would stab me with icy words
Love, you said was the offer
Only to sear my soul with spite
I found these moments joyous too
For these were unknowns in my fortitude
One must learn, for one will;
Wilfully or by force
I had never learnt to curse myself
With you my love, I have learnt to
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