The Stake
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Love, the heart bets,
if not without regrets,
will still prove, in the end,
worth the light we expend
mining the dark
for an exquisite heart.

Originally published by The Lyric

Keywords/Tags: love, heart, regret, regrets, stake, prospect, prospecting, mine, mining, motherlode, heart, exquisite, silver, gold, platinum

Its not the pain that bothers me the most. Its, its my inability to comprehend the fact that i let you,
The one that i loved with the whole of my heart to slip out and fade away....

When I asked you what I should do. you told me...
"Yeah, I guess it would make sense to end it now."
I could feel a crippling cold in my lungs mid summer
my heart is no stranger to a strangers lack of care.
It's just a summer ******.

At least when left alone, let alone the thought of being lonely, I never consider taking my own life before its meant to be taken from me.

At least when I talk to you, you remind me like your reliquary for lost tears, you tear through me unraveling my armor to all my inner most fears.

Giving myself a gift of agony inside of antagonizing images of my self.
Ambition and bravery give way to craven humility. disguising howls towards the moon as laughter laughed to soon. I dug my grave today just to give prayer to the future,

I piece myself back together with my words like a surgeon who's done this a thousand times.

He who is practiced in the way of emotion suture

His hands never getting steadier operating on the child inside him with his rhymes.

It never gets any easier
it only gets worse.
After all,
how can you do your job,
when you run out of thread
and there's a thundering in your head.

When you've got twenty-five to thirty for life to become death.
You kind of want to be in control of your last breath

wrote you love letters for 8 years and on the 8th I said I was done. I know one day someone will fall in love with you, but never with all of you.
I did that.
One day it'll be someone else's turn to rub their fingers across your forehead while you dip in and out of sleep. You'll sigh,
You'll say " Iove you" but you'll be caught off guard when it's not my voice that doesn't say " I love you too" I am lost love, for all my lovers.

I tried to fix what was broken
And became upset when I couldn't.
I left it alone,
I let it be,
I even changed me.
Some worked and some didn't..
Now, I must admit it
My errs have made me shameful
Because my intentions were so good;
But I was blinded, so blinded,
That I never really understood
How I could ***** anyone over
The way I did.

I turned a new leaf
And still I couldn't succeed
Because all anyone ever really saw
Was the old me

I set new boundaries and was shunned
So I opened them up and now I'm lost

I went back to the old me,
And even that ******* me.
So what do I become?
What do I do?
Because the old me
And the new me
Wasn't ever good enough for any of you.