{-True-} Poem by Franklin M Kline

In a web of deceit, from a woman I once knew.
She said that she loved me but her love was un TRUE.
A facade of affection, and a mask of concern,
My trust she did fracture, it was 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, Much like castles of sand.

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

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

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

She never cared truly, her affection was just a facade,
If the shoe were on the other foot, she would have most certainly 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 old sponge she tossed me aside,
Once she had drained all of my resources, and all of my pride.

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

She painted me wicked, a villain in her game,
Whispering my name, straight shifting her 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 that she has sowed like seeds

She may deny and
deflect, but deep in her heart the truth it will beat
And it will tear her apart.

Today my wounds they are deep, and I am in so much pain
But tomorrow my heart will beat stronger
And my soul will remain

I shall rise from the ashes, a phoenix reborn,
Leaving her darkness behind me, as I step out of her storm.

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

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

And I no longer care.

I no longer dare, I no longer dare to care, or to so much as try,
For what is TRUE is all that matters,
For all else is just a lie.

This is the end of my poem that I am sharing with all of you.

Please stay loyal to one another
And to thine own self stay TRUE.