09-02-2012, 11:26 AM
I knew fourteen, but that wasn't my year.
My time came twelve months later in the spring
a walking hard-on made to share with girls;
not the ones with cutesy curls; but open legs.
Their trembled tears ran down and stained the grass.
They said they loved me, but of course they would,
I'd taken what they thought was theirs to give
and saw my name on desktops more than once;
a scratched initial in a wonky heart.
To know them as I did was just a game;
my pawns to move between and lose at will.
I laid them out across the board to play
and slaughtered them because i was a king.
cruelty and happiness at fifteen.
My time came twelve months later in the spring
a walking hard-on made to share with girls;
not the ones with cutesy curls; but open legs.
Their trembled tears ran down and stained the grass.
They said they loved me, but of course they would,
I'd taken what they thought was theirs to give
and saw my name on desktops more than once;
a scratched initial in a wonky heart.
To know them as I did was just a game;
my pawns to move between and lose at will.
I laid them out across the board to play
and slaughtered them because i was a king.
cruelty and happiness at fifteen.