All She'll Ever Know Poem by Franklin M Kline

In a cobwebbed corner of my heart,
she spun a love so sweet,
I offered her a banquet,
but she only sought a quick treat.

A smile just like sunshine,
Eyes that held a hidden storm,
Her touch, a velvet glove,
masked a viper's form.

Whispers just like honey,
Laced with promises of bliss,
She lured me in much deeper,
into her venomous abyss.

A future she had painted,
a gilded cage we'd share,
But her promises turned into dust,
and blew away within thin air.

She twisted my reality,
with her sweet eyes and her wicked lies,
Trapping me in a maze,
where truth and trust would die.

I believed her every word,
her charm, a potent spell,
Blind to the darkness beneath her,
the things she would never tell.

The words she spoke so charming,
when she lied, I could not tell,
she promised me a future in heaven,
and then she took me straight to hell.

The bitter truth is a jagged pill,
that I swallowed with a choke,
Her love, a fleeting mirage,
a cruel and empty joke.

No genuine warmth at all,
just a facade for her to deceive,
If the tables were turned she'd leave me,
in the speed of a single blink.

Through storms of all her making,
my love remained steadfast,
Hoping for comfort and warmth,
As her soul turned cold so fast.

But like a discarded doll,
she cast me aside with scorn,
Once she had drained all of my resources,
leaving me broke and feeling torn.

Her words became her weapons,
piercing through my soul,
trying so hard to hurt me,
leaving me broken and feeling cold.

She painted me a monster,
in her cruel and twisted game,
She shifted the blame,
whispering my name,
Leaving me stained and full of shame.

She aimed to turn the tables,
blamed me for everything,
Projecting her demons on me,
such a bitter, painful sting.

But the truth, like a rising tide,
will wash away her lies,
Exposing all of her darkness,
beneath her painted skies.

Karma, a vengeful mirror,
will reflect all of her deeds,
The thorns of suffering she sows
will be her only planted seeds.

Though her denials will echo,
And her words, they will still sting,
The whispers of truth will follow her,
Such a haunting, chilling thing.

Though my scars they remain,
And my scathing wounds run deep,
The strength I did find it.
And from her nightmares, I did leap.

From the ashes, I did rise,
a phoenix reborn and brand new,
Leaving her darkness all behind me,
bathed in the morning dew.

So let her have her foolish lies,
Her Facebook is all for show,
For her truth shall be her prison,
and that is 'All She'll Ever Know.'

With my head held high, I walked away from her clutches,
and I was finally free,
True love Shell will never know,
and that is sad for her, not me.