Blaming your mistakes and trash life on your parents is the new basic.
I’ve done so much, yet you just want to talk about why I’m not married.
“But who would buy that? Does anyone even read poetry?” Love, Mom
Yes the book is short. Yes I’m aware it’s not the Canterbury Tales.
I could cure AIDS and you’d wonder why I didn’t find one for cancer.
Can’t write without a broken heart. How about we talk about your mom?
I know you’ll never choose my before you, but I still wish that you would.
Unrequited love from a parent hurts in a special kind of way.
Failing to fulfill a dream that was never yours to begin with.