A Pile of Kings
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
a very hard lesson indeed, but life-changing
Thank you Beth!
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!
Thanks sis!
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…
Thank you, Jim! I hate ending on a sad note.
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!
Thank you, my dear friend!
You’re very welcome my friend!
I feel all of this one to my core, Brad. So sorry that you or anyone else have to go through moments like this.
Thank you Pete! That means a great deal to me!
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
Thank you Jonikins!
My pleasure dear Brad. Sending you big hugs and lots of love. ❤️🤗
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!
Thanks Kristian!