Poetry Round Robin

[Bronte]

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.

yes this one works but I tripped up on line 12

I wanted another beat and image as so!!and but Im really enjoying reading you two .. ps THE king not A king . there can only be one , right?



To know them as I did was just a game;
my pawns to move between and lose at will.
I laid them across the board to play to kill
and slaughtered them because i was the king.


edit PS but I also see that it knocks you feet out from under you too! .so ignor me .