Deception

It was a golden afternoon, with pleasant time to kill.
She planted a diversion in fear of her secrets spilled.
Belated realisation dawned, so big, star bright, and bold:
She says more than she means to with the words she leaves untold.
Transparency through double-talk, her methods to deceive,
Rejection terrifies and leaves her nothing to achieve.
So what she said, it once was true, in that there was no lie,
But that was then, and this is now; to that she said goodbye.
Bear with her while she fools herse...