Now let’s carry on, dear reader, stay near,
For Part Two holds truths some avoid out of fear.
Because after the money, the wires, the pleas,
Come silence… then questions… then nights without ease.
You wait for a message. Refresh. Then retry.
You tell yourself stories. You reason out why.
“He’s busy,” you whisper. “There’s trouble abroad.”
You pray he’s okay. You appeal to the odds.
But days turn to weeks and the tone starts to thin,
His answers grow smaller, your footing less firm.
And then – like a curtain pulled swiftly aside –
Fake Mike disappears. No goodbye. No reply.
The shock isn’t money – it’s deeper than that.
It’s the loss of a person you thought that you had.
The good mornings vanish. The listening ear.
The sense that someone in the world held you dear.
And here comes the poison that hurts the most:
That quiet self-blame that creeps in like a ghost.
“How could I fall for this?”
“How could I miss
The signs that were waving? The cracks? The abyss?”
But listen up now – this part matters most:
These scams are designed to deceive, not by force,
But by patience and charm and emotional art,
By studying grief and the lonely heart.
They don’t hunt the foolish. They don’t seek the weak.
They target the kind and the open and deep.
The ones who can listen. The ones who still care.
The ones who believe love might still be there.
So if you’ve been taken – by words, not just cash –
You are not broken. You are not rash.
You were human. You hoped. You reached through the dark.
That impulse itself is a beautiful spark.
Now here is the wisdom to carry ahead:
Real love shows up – it’s not typed from a bed
Across distant oceans with reasons it can’t
Meet you for coffee, or lunch, or a rant.
Real love doesn’t borrow or pressure or plead,
Doesn’t test your devotion by financial need.
It doesn’t grow urgent, evasive, or thin –
And it never requires you to prove love to win.
So if something feels off, slow down – take a breath.
Share it with others. Bring it to light.
Scams thrive in silence; they shrink when exposed.
Truth grows stronger the more it’s disclosed.
And if Fake Mike crossed paths with your heart for a while,
Let this be the ending – not bitter, but wise.
You keep your compassion. You keep your deep core.
Just guard your heart – and your bank – evermore.
Read part one here: Poem: Fake Mike, Part 1 — Breaking Hearts and Into Bank Accounts.
Let’s Discuss:
How deep have you fallen for someone who turned out to be a scammer? What red flags are you watching for?
