In the depths of the heart's bitter embrace,
 
Lies a tale of love I often misplaced.
 
A love that whispered sweet deceitful lies,
 
Leaving scars that still haunt my wounded ties.
 

It bloomed like a flower, vibrant and bright,
 
But its petals concealed shadows of the night.
 
A love that promised joy, yet brought me pain,
 
Leaving my soul drenched in tears like rain.
 

With every gentle touch, a venomous sting,
 
I was lost in the maze of a twisted fling.
 
A love that held me captive, suffocating my breath,
 
Leaving me gasping for freedom, a life bereft.
 

But from the ashes of that love gone astray,
 
I found strength to rise, to find a better way.
 
For in the darkness, a lesson I did learn,
 
To discern true love from the ones that burn.
 

So now I stand, with scars that mark my past,
 
But I'm stronger, wiser, no longer held fast.
 
For the love I hated the most, taught me to grow,
 
To embrace the love that's genuine, and let it show.