True (Original) Poem by Franklin M Kline

In a web of deceit, I thought her love was true,
So I offered my heart, but it only got used.

A facade of affection, a mask of concern,
My trust she did fracture, one hell of a burn.

Her words were like honey, just oozing with lies,
Luring me in deeper with her beautiful eyes.

She painted a future, a life hand-in-hand,
But her promises crumbled, like castles of sand.

She twisted my reality, her truth a distorted plea,
Manipulating my vision, so that I could not see.

I believed all her stories, her charm had me deciding,
That her love was pure diamonds, as she was wickedly smiling.

I swallowed the bitter truth, a pill hard to bear,
That her love was just a mirage, just a whisper in the air.

She never cared deeply, her affection a facade,
If the shoe were on the other foot, she would have quickly trod.

Yet through trials and tribulations, my love did endure,
Hoping her heart would soften, that her soul would become pure.

But like a discarded garment, she tossed me aside,
Once she had drained my resources, and all of my pride.

Her words turned to daggers, piercing my soul,
Spreading rumors like wildfire, as her smear campaign unrolled.

She painted me wicked, a villain in her game,
Whispering my name, straight shifting the blame.

'Crazy', she called me, 'unstable' and 'mad',
Projecting her faults, claiming that I was so bad.

But truth has a way of rising, like the sun in the sky,
And her lies will unravel, as the hours go by.

Karma, a mirror, reflecting her deeds,
Will bring in her reckoning, for the pain she sowed like seeds.

She may deny and deflect, but deep in her heart,
Will echo the whispers, and it will tear her apart.

Though the wounds may be deep, and the scars may remain,
My strength will rise stronger, like sunshine after rain.

I rose from the ashes, a phoenix reborn,
Leaving her darkness behind me, as I stepped out of the storm.

So let her have her lies and her twisted facade,
For her truth will be her prison, and her soul is long gone.

I'll walk with my head high, free from her snares,
True love is something she will never know.

And I no longer care.