May

It's the fifth month of the year;

And May has its way of reminding me,

How everything that you once held to heart,

Everything that you've worked hard to build,

And everything that once meant so much,

Is only a temporary insanity.

It's just a fleeting moment;

The words, the emotions, the feelings.

I remember me coming there;

To find a way to work things out.

Though we met,

Your mind had already left;

Leaving me at the roadside,

Trying to pick up the crumbs

That you left lying.

You must've thought,

How foolish of me,

To come searching for something,

That you've already thrown away.

But how was I to know

That you've already left me,

with just breadcrumbs to spare.

I guess love blinds you;

Fools you enough to believe,

That you can survive with crumbs alone.