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.