Come to me is what they told me
My crush my love my fate
He wanted me
Let us meet is what they told me
My young heart floundered
I went to him
They told me to come
He wanted me
He sat holding reign
In the courtyard waiting
Trembling legs bade me forward
Past columns of ivy riddled balustrades
He wanted me
Approaching him as he stood
A young man’s lithe athletic form
A few feet more to go
I would go to him because
He wanted me
His laughter thundered in my brain
His discipled parasites followed him
Disembodied voice in my ear
Pain too heavy to bear
He wanted me
His eyes wide as I stood there
In his courtyard holding court
Surrounded by those who’d jeered
Their laughter silenced now
He wanted me
The gun lay heavy in my hand
Where I lay beside him on the ground
I wanted him
Wow! Great imagery leading up to a stunning conclusion. Made me realize you were in control all the way. Love that the ‘why’ was left unstated.
A very compelling piece.
Thank you Mark,
Very representative of our current cultural failings.