Him, faulted.

I thought he was humble.
I thought he was wonderful.
But everything I thought halted.
This misconception of him faulted.
& as the sensitive girl I am, I cried.
I expected so much more just to receive all lies.
A lion in sheep's clothing.
I talked him up, made him appear golden.
When in reality I really didn't know him.
My soul grows a little weary to add another.
Especially one who couldn't be upfront & secretly feared me.
I shall not respect a man who doesn't see my worthy.
Appearing humble.
He wasn't wonderful.
Therefore my thoughts halted.
Him, faulted.