Lover Boy
Still in high school,
He calls himself a lover.
Only sixteen,
Yet he's about to make her a mother.
He says she wanted it,
She says it was rape.
They break up,
Go their separate ways.
One changed forever,
The other forever stuck in his ways.
He spins in an endless cycle, a viscious vortex of half-truths.
He is a hurricane named Lover Boy,
Destined to destroy countless girls with his affections.
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