Poetry : A King's Poverty

King.

The Crown resides on my head,
You laid beside my bed,

You gave the lead to another,
He planted holes in my chest, willing me dead.

I was alive, barely, I the greatest of all,
Had fallen from a peasant while you fell for the sword that I wasnt willing to draw for you.

I took nails to my body as I fell, breaking cell after cell of skin, I went through hell to get to where I was and all it took was for you to betray me and derail me from my crown.

So I took those nails and I shoved them in my arms, took them out and repeatedly stabbed them into my ribs, took fire and lit my body on fire, my lungs turning charcoal. Took needles into my arms for stamina, gave my sword away to women who I didnt deserve it, I sold my life away to the devil as he took me to serve his cause.

So now I set here with my head held high, against an army who believes I betrayed them, by myself against the woman I love and the man at her side.

I brought up my weapons, I killed and killed until nobody lay except you and him, he begged me to spare him and offered you up to me.

I took his head before he could finish his sentence.

You told me you always loved me.

I told you it was the same for me, but you've lied and deceived me, so I took those nails that where dug into my arms and ribs.

I told you for every lie you said to me, for every I love you that you said, you'll stick one nail into your body like me, and you'll die from the pain i felt, from the pain you brought forth to me. You'll die from my pain you caused.

She took the nails and dug them in while I watched, as every man that ever raised their sword for her, said i love you and lied.
Her flash backs causing her pain, as i laughed at the cries that she begged for someone to save her.

She begged for me,  i turned and left as she did to me. She will never be the same, just like how I'll never be the same as she left me, the only difference between me and her, is that I took back my crown and my heart as I dug my hand into her chest and took it back.

I took my heart and my kingdom back.

The king is back, to his rightful throne.

A/N

The crown is defined as my love, the kingdom is defined as my life.

The story is true to the very core, My ex left me for another Male just because he was able to take out his penis for any girl, he never loved her. I lost my mind for her took drugs lost my emotions, my ability to love.

The pain that she brought, I fought it. I fought many people, I lost many people on the way, so I stood against the army I stood against myself, I was fighting myself and my emotions and I won.

The final battle was to confront her. Funny thing is that Male was so scared of me, he offered her back to me, so I knocked him out. She told lies to me saying she wanted me back over text, the next day after I confronted her I said No because I had no love for her anymore.

She came to me six months later asking for forgiveness, she was going through crap that i wont mention, but it served her right what was happening to her.

She genuinely needed my help, just like the last times I helped her, but this time I said no, I never said no to her so she took it hard. I gave her reasons on why I'll never forgive her, the list goes back years. And we've never spoken again, but not after she admitted to cheating and that was it.

So she felt the same pain she brought me.

Am I monster for giving myself a little satisfaction?

To watch her suffer as much as I did?

Is it my fault for her pain?

Could I have saved her?

To the answer to all these questions I say yes, I'm a terrible person.

But do I care? I dont.

I genuinely love everyone, I'll help everybody but once you do so many negatives to me, theres only so much I can save before I snap like I did.
I dont feel guilty.

Not one bit.