The taste on her lips

She tastes pain
like a frozen juice from the best juice manufacturing company
(that's the man she once give up her pride for).
She tastes regret
like the pepperoni on her favorite pizza.
she has been hurt
from his words to his actions
She sleeps hoping every night his soul will display his true nature
so she wraps her hand around his heart
as he uses her body
just as his eyes see it.

she's hurt
she's dying inside
but his eyes reveals hope every morning..
So every time she wakes up to pack
she unpacks and then pack and unpack.
She has that strength I have never seen.
How does a broken woman stay so strong?