Two Wounds That Haunt My Heart

In a hallowed halls of memories, two pains reside,
The thought of you and what you did inside.
A delicate balance, a fragile line,
Between love's deceit and heart's confine.

One wound, a ghostly whisper of what used to be,
Your presence now is a bittersweet memory.
Your words, a melody that once echoed sweet,
Now a haunting refrain that my soul does beat.

But another cut, a deeper **** within,
Is the knowledge of the hurt you brought to kin.
How could you tell such lies with a gentle tone?
And smile, while breaking hearts, all alone?

You saw my pain, and chose to ignore,
To hide behind a mask of love's dark core.
Yet still, you spoke those three words so dear,
"I love you," but did they bring me cheer?

Or were they empty vows, a clever guise,
Meant for ears that didn't question or realize?
For when you shared them with others in delight,
Did they hold any truth, or was it just a night?

We should have seen, we should have known,
Better than to trust a love that's turned to stone.
But now, I'm left to pick up the shattered pieces,
And wonder why, oh why, did we not notice all the creases.