A Pile of Kings


And spill I did, all the things kept hid

In a safe place, or so it seemed

I spoke the fears and shed the tears

Shared things I had only dreamed


I exposed my heart, from the very start

In the hopes you would know me well

I gave it all, the big and the small

As I fell under your loving spell


You listened intent, as if heaven sent

And you memorized every word

You found the cracks, the strength I lack

The little boy long left unheard


You mined the gold, my heart to hold

With my own words echoed back to me

When love did end, my very best friend

Now knew how to make me bleed


You had the tools, given by the fool

To take my very world apart

And because you can, you slaid the man

Who had given away his heart


To you it was fun, a victory won

From the pedestal I would build

You tossed another fated lover

On the pile of kings you have killed


But I did not die, though you tried

I found a different reason to live

And I learned that trust hard earned

And the greatest gift we give


16 Responses to “A Pile of Kings”
  1. beth says:

    a very hard lesson indeed, but life-changing

  2. These words are like sharp knives aimed and tossed perfectly at my heart. I guess we will always have to walk that fine and brittle line between opening ourselves up fully so that someone can love us for all that we are and realizing that, in doing so, we hand that person a loaded gun. Yet another way that you weave words so intricately!

  3. Jim Borden says:

    it’s hard when your own words are used against you, especially by someone you loved. I like the sense of redemption at the end…

  4. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    There is a certain danger when one practices the “policy of truth”, as Depeche Mode reminded everyone…but those incidents lead to great poetry. Lovely work indeed my friend!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    I feel all of this one to my core, Brad. So sorry that you or anyone else have to go through moments like this.

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad this is so beautifully written. Your words are so skillfully put to paper but they are hard to read. It is like opening a floodgate to read. Trust is indeed paramount.

    “You mined the gold, my heart to hold
    With my own words echoed back to me
    When love did end, my very best friend
    Now knew how to make me bleed”

    The most intense love is when you are friends too. You describe the sensation of pain so intensely and yet I experienced that feeling with the first person I loved. Great piece Brad.
    Love ❤️ Jonikins

  7. kristianw84 says:

    It breaks my heart to think anyone could treat your heart so carelessly, but I think a lot of us know the sting of betrayal. Well written, my friend!

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