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.

PoetryAmanda Beadlescomb