What women want....or not

He was quite ordinary
not my type at all really. 
But he wore his heart
upon his sleeve 
for all to see.

He was an easy conquest for me 
every man wants me 
but it was strange
how he calmed my many moods
so often sad and broken
how  did he always 
make me feel so beautiful. 

I let him go of couse
I always do. 
His sad eyes
seemed to be relieved
that the axe had fallen
as he knew it one day would. 

There have been 
many handsome imposters.
I danced the choreographed
Movements of love with them.
but when the evening shadows
turned to darkness
it was always you honey.
only you
knew how to fix me..