Lower (Things My Mother Says)

My mother says my edges are too sharp

I need to be softer; rounder

Lower my expectations 

Do I really think the man for me is still out there? 

Lower my standards  

Looks at me incredulously 

Eyes that say how dare I ask God to send me someone who loves me

Passionately

Completely

Without exhaustion

Or who likes me 

Like a best friend, favorite person in the world 

Because who am I to ask for these things

Something

Anything 

Those are the sharp corners that they keep butting up against

Be softer, rounder

Lower

Lower

Advertisements

What are you thinking?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s