Mistaken

I misunderstood
I stood stark.
Not withstanding
This misunderstanding,
A mistake.
Mistaken identity,
Unidentified,
You lied.
Lay the facts distorted.
Like in the hall of mirrors,
Twisted, mistaken,
My words mistook.
With one frozen look
You froze my heart.
My tongue frosted.
My ears burned by honeyed lies.
Eyes deceived by outer form.
Formed the wrong image
For you were deformed, twisted.
And I misunderstanding,
Was devoured.

poem by Paul Brookes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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