The Guy she met Online ( Not all that glitters is Gold)

He was the perfect guy online.

The average Joe in every discussion forum.

Every girl’s dream man. Mr. Popular, dishing

out the same script to every female online.

The coolest guy online. A face so handsome,

a body so perfect. A mismatch of Idris Elba

and Denzel Washington on a sunny afternoon.

Quoting poetry, sharing inspirational photo

memes and filling her page with love messages

and cute emoticons. Quick to defend her in

heated debates and arguments. Always

complimenting her and reassuring her of his

love and affection.

He became her number one.

Intoxicated by his love, constantly daydreaming

about him. The perfect sweet illusion at dawn.

Hooked on everything he did like a drug. Addicted

to him like a bad habit. Trusting and quick to

believe everything he said without questions.

She was joyfully insane, constantly drooling over him

each moment the light on her computer flickered and he

was online. He worked the Midas touch on the keyboard

from a distance; making her surrender completely to him.

Talking nights on phone; a voice so smooth and sultry,

she was drawn to his sweetness, insinuation of love,

and promise of forever.

Lost in the embrace of the perfect man, fronting chivalry

and constantly talking smooth and sweet, their first night

together was almost perfect. Somewhere in between

dinner and a few drinks, he became distant and his eyes

started wandering around. His words controversial, his truth

conflicting with the information he gave online.

The sweet man she knew became irritable in minutes and

started acting crazy. Perfection almost surreal, a night she

didn’t want to end started dragging as she wished to get

away from him. Moments after, she started feeling dizzy,

slurred speech and out of control. She is delirious for him

and battling memory problems.

He must have spiked her drink after dinner.

Waking up in a strange location with bruises all over her body,

her clothes ripped off and stained in blood. Excruciating pain

indicating rape. She is crying and confused about the events of

the previous night. Blaming herself for being so naïve and stupid.

Unanswered calls and text messages. Trying to connect with him

online, and he’s blocked her. No friends and family to help

because he didn’t introduce her to any of his friends and family.

No physical address or job to relate to because he used a

pseudonym (fake identity) online and he didn’t share his home

address, and he lied about everything in his life including

his job. Clutching on to embarrassment, a few weeks

pregnant now for an online illusion she still can’t fathom.

Questions she fails to answer; situations she blames herself for.

She didn’t tell her family about him, and quickly ignored the

constant warnings from friends about him, dismissed the

precautions she was advised to take for her protection.

A ghostly online love tale, a ghastly harsh reality.

He was the perfect illusion, her life lesson.

©FloetryC 2015



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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