Words From My Mother: Too Much
When he doesn't want you,
You look down.
You let your eyes roam.
Your stomach — too soft
Your thighs — too heavy
You let your tongue slide across your lips,
Maybe you didn't use them well enough.
Too clingy, too distant, too far,
Too shy, too young, too naive,
Too much — not enough.
She says,
What you don't realize
Is that you were always too much;
Too much to settle for a man
who cowers from four-letter-words
And open arms.