Subtle & Sweet

I thought that I could fix you. 

Thought I could gather the pieces 

of your scattered, broken heart 

and stick them together 

with tape and glue and ribbon 

like a page in my scrapbook. 

I thought that I could heal you. 

Make up for all the others 

that used and abused you, 

that broke you and left you 

in the wounded form I found you. 

You said that you could love me. 

And I believe you did, in your way, 

but I don't think you understand 

as much about love as you say. 

No matter what you say, I loved you. 

Love doesn't have to be 

all roses and candles and starry eyes. 

My love is subtle and sweet, 

quiet and honest and sincere. 

Don't make me into a sad story, 

another one of the girls 

who lied to you and left you. 

Someday you'll understand 

that you can't throw away every woman 

who doesn't love you exactly 

as your storybooks say she should.