the reason why no one will marry me

i'm too good to tell the truth
and bad enough to be punished
too crazy to believe
too sad to save.
a much better cook than necessary
with too many housekeeping skills.
my hips are too round to hide
and my breasts too big to ignore.
my poems are too disturbing and my paintings too abstract.

I am too much in love with you
for you to return it
and not enough in love with you
to let you go.