MIXED SIGNALS

In whispers of doubt, he spoke of love, A flame that flickered, sent from above. Yet, in shadows, he hid the truth, A heart already bound, in youthful youth. He called you dear, with words so sweet, Introduced you as his, with a future to meet. He pointed out the one, who'd speak at our vow, A wedding talk, in jest, or so it would show. But behind closed doors, a different tale, A heart that beat for another, without fail. The mixed signals, a maze you couldn't define, A dance of hope, a step in time. You followed the rhythm, of his gentle ways, Never knowing, the truth he couldn't say. The revelation, a painful blow, A truth that cut, like a knife in tow. You felt the sting, of being misled, A heart that trusted, now left for dead. Yet, in the silence, you'll find your voice, A strength that rises, a heart that rejoices. For in the pain, you'll discover your own, A love that's worth, being known.