Tell me all about
your heartrending past
and I'm sure to
sympathize and fall,
heart first,
for you and you beautiful lies.

Weave your tragic history
with silver webbed words.

Don't forget the
rain clouds,
crying children,
and wounded unicorns.

The more desolate
and melancholy,
the more likely
I will be to
weep and grab onto you,
afraid to let you fall again.

Make the story
artfully intricate,
but simple too.

Make it believable.

Never let me find out
that your tragic life
was utterly specious.

If I become aware
of your fraudulence,
I will drop you in your
own ocean of despair
and let you drown.

I will find someone
whose tale is
much more disheartening
than yours..