May

In a dark day, 

There was this beautiful girl named May.

May was full of aspirations and joy,

May had goals and a future until she met this boy,

May and boy had a real connection,

A deep love and real affection, 

Boy and May moved further and further in there relationship,

Boy thought he found love in May, 

Everyday they grew stronger, 

Everyday there love grew longer,

Boy and may tarted having complications,

Boy started giving side attention,

Starting speaking to women like he was a host to a convention, 

May found out and fell in a deep depression,

How can the love of her life do such a indiscretion?

How can the love of her life be such a digression? 

Months pass by.. may doesn't say a word,

May played the path boy did when he had a world. 

Karma was what May thought,

Karma is was May sought.

Boy gets upset when he finds out,

Blames it all on May and acts like he hasn't done a thought.

Boy blames May and wipes his hands with her,

As if May didn't see nor thought of things that hurt her,

May seemed okay, until the games got deeper,

Boy was fine one day and another a reaper,

He couldn't get over May and started calling her names,

Names and verbal abuse was a daily thing that started becoming a life full of games,

Poor May, a beautiful soul who ruined her whole, who's life became a total control, who's life was just a plain o lost soul.

This poem is about: 
Me

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