You lied about your age,

Your weight and your shoe size.

I found out too late

To halt our demise. 

Half truths and whoppers

Comprised your diction.

No facts, just fantasy

And falsehoods and fiction. 

This dress? Just ten pounds,

Bought in a sale.

If your nose was Pinocchio’s

It would run off the scale. 

You deceived and destroyed me

At every wrong turn.

Took wallet and dignity

And left me, heartburned. 

So I’m both broke and broken

At the first light of morn.

In more than one way,

You were another false dawn.