Handsome Boy

[jackpete]

“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?

[brynmawr1]

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[tun]

The opening stanza in your piece seems to me to set up an expectation of a consistent rhyme scheme, so it’s disappointing when that’s immediately and unnecessarily abandoned. 
For instance, here’s an example of how a second stanza could continue the pattern:

Handsome boys before me,
ones she said she loved, she bought.
She told them what she tells me,
her words deception-gloved and wrought.

And perhaps a third stanza:

She lied and lies and lies again,
says I’m different, sweet, not plain.
She butters me up, she batters me down,
but I shall knock off her dismal crown.

If you begin with a tight, musical rhyme and then abandon it, readers will feel a kind of aesthetic short-change — as though they’d paid for a pattern that never arrives.

[Bushberry18]

Hello - This is a great idea of a poem about love and our hearts and how we entrust and we get broken and illustrates that males are just as vulnerable. I agree with a previous comment that the poem lends well to a rhyme pattern and you already gave us this in the first verse. You could try using some more descriptive words to convey his emotions about the mistrust, about her, who she was etc. Then the reader connects emotionally with the subject, he seems very angry, could we see other faces to him? I hope this helps, I am new to this forum too. Good luck on your journey!

[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.