There is no falling in love with someone over the internet, 

Delusion of exponential extremes.

You fall for a dream only, that lives in your head, not in life, 

Not in touch nor kiss nor any real knowing. 

You force it to exist, and your heart knows it is not real. 

You are nothing but a substitute for him, an easy play. 

But you play yourself as much as he plays you, for you have nothing to offer that man but something to abuse, 

And he has already abused you, abused your torn emotions for his own benefit,

Crept out of the ether playing the dream, when he could not hold onto what he had, 

Because he harbors a sickness you refuse to see, hidden by a sheen of propriety. 

No, he is no Christian, only a name he took obscure his occupation. 

And he keeps on abusing, spewing vomit to you in the form of seducing words, 

Cooing nothings designed to lull your damaged heart. 

How can one who knows nothing of you, not your lies, offer you any advice?

You are a fool, a deranged, naive fool. 

For you know nothing real about him, only what he sells you, 

And his lack of sincere sentimentality is plastered everywhere for all to see.