Missing one part to make me whole just one little part to complete my soul

The thing I cant have is easy to find. I see it everyday but it will never be mine.

I held it in my hand for a very brief time. I held it very tightly
Not wanting to part

The thing I'll never have well it is your heart.

You knew you werent the one but you went in anyway

No your sad its a mess and they just walked away .

You let yourself be brought here you bared your very soul

You knew you werent good enough but you never thought they were that cold .

Your heart will always betray you it doesn't know the rules

The ink of a poets pen is filled from the well of heartache

A warriors mentally but a poets soul
Growing old alone with only my thoughts
No longer willing to compromise no matter the cost
Stand by me if you will or take your leave if you must.

Critique a poet if you must I simply dont understand the fuss.
One less period one more  comma, It means little to the human drama.
My words are my brush I paint what I see but most of all I write for me.
So if your easily offend by the rules of grammer I've broken. Pick up the hobbit by J.R.R.Tolkien.
My writing it seems is not for you we keep it real here it's just what we do.
I never judge nor do I critique I simply read what you write as though I'am listening to you speak.

You know what I let you it may not be me.or maybe it is we shall see.

I live in the shadow to scared to be free. I hide in my words my verse and my rhyme.

A lover a dreamer a poet all true ,but tomorrow may bring something totally new .

For those few who I really let in, your everthing to me from the time we begin.

She was a dangerous one the long tan legs in the warm summer sun.
Me I was lost in her eyes a hopeless romantic no where to hide.
I felt the noose tighten the closer we got ,like a moth to a flame not knowing its hot.
And I'd do it again despite all the pain, surrender myself willingly  to love just in name.