You can't have all of me

The rational over the heart...

It started out in the wrong place, wrong intentions

dark night club, cheap beer, one night fling

but somehow your soul touched mine

It seemed all so uncomplicated at first

like the label NSA would mask our feelings

like it would make it hurt any less when it was over

I am mad at myself for letting you in

but so happy to have had the pleasure of knowing you

I am mad at myself for not accepting all your baggage

but proud to walk away before I became too involved

I am mad at you for being so kind, sweet and sincere

but thankful for being reminded of how good it can be

please don't mistaken my decision for stubborness

or anything less than me being truthful with you or myself

I can't put myself into a position where my needs are secondary

(maybe sometimes not even that)

I deserve more, I deserve better and one day

I will have my blank canvas to begin my family...

You have already started yours and I cannot fit into your picture

You can't have all of me, but it is sad that all of you is in my heart

regardless- hearts know no silly labels

My unwavering decision is to part ways

No matter how difficult it may be.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

I sense a kindred philosophy in the line expressing
your rejection of second place. It reminds me of a phrase
I have used many time, "I don`t share".
The reader can never know the entire motivation behind a
poem, so I will make no guesses.
What is very evident in this piece is the remarkable writing
talent and the artistry to express emotion and thought with
great beauty and precision, resulting in a product with dignity
and style of classic proportions.
To my library.
RATE: 100 %
----Eagle Cruagh

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I did notice a grammar booboo ... in the line:

"please don't mistaken my decision for subbornesses"

... it seems to me that it should be ...

"please don't mistake my decision for subbornesses"

Also, I'd like to see you punctuate. As the author, you know where the pauses and stops should be. Us readers are left to guess without the commas and periods. Overall though, you managed to convey this story, these feelings without it coming off as an angry rant which happens to far too many similar poems. I like that and enjoyed your poem.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

To come 'second' means additional to and less important than the first or main one. You have expressively described what it would feel like to accept second best. Not only a good write, by a sound warning in regretting a bad decision.

Creative and poignant write!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee