Handsome Boy

[Bruce V]

“I’m her handsome boy,”
or so I always thought.
I never looked into her past,
but now I am distraught.


Handsome boys before me,
ones she said she loved.
She told them what she tells me,
so how is any of it the truth?


She lied and lies again and again,
she tells me I’m different,
someone’s heard that before.
How do I love her if I cannot believe her anymore?

 
You communicate your message well.  A good stab at a poem that could be elevated with more work.  I would prefer a more consistent rhyme scheme.  I like to return to a poem multiple times to get a good sense of whether the words flow.