True Poem by Franklin M Kline

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

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

Their words were like honey, dripping with lies,
Luring me in deeper with their beautiful eyes.

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

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

I believed all the stories, their charm had me deciding,
That their love was pure diamonds, as they were wickedly smiling.

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

They never cared deeply, their affection a facade,
If the shoe were on the other foot, they would have quickly trod.

Through trials and tribulations, my love did endure,
Hoping their heart would soften, that their soul would become pure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They may deny and deflect, but deep in their heart,
Will echo the whispers, and it will tear them 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 their darkness behind me, as I stepped out into the morn.

So let them have their lies, their twisted facade,
For their truth will be their prison, and their soul it is gone.

I'll walk with my head high, free from all of their snares,
True love is something that they will never know.

And I no longer care.