jumped out of the car on the freeway so i didn't have to listen to what you had to say about my choice and my life and everything i didn't get right
12 years of catholic school
you wasted all your money on me
sorry i'm not what you and grandma dreamed
- a deadbeat at 18
another dinner table of perfect strangers
asking what they can do to change me
they point out my pink hair and my weird tattoo
they reassure you it's not your fault but ask:
"what DID you do?"
you spent 800 dollars on tutoring sessions
i gave it up for guitar lessons
sorry i'm not what you and grandma dreamed
- a deadbeat at 18
YOU ARE READING
The Fire Sign & The Savior Complex
PoetryLoosely tied to my novel, "A Field of Anemones", "The Fire Sign & The Savior Complex" are stories of a helpless damsel in distress who becomes everyone else's knight in shining armor.
