tuckova

I moved away and you didn't write. I wrote and you didn't write back.
You wrote a letter criticizing me for being stupid, and you were right
but I couldn't think how to apologize. You thought "contemplating your
navel" meant picking your nose, literally. I grew
up faster than you. One day I realized I hated the way you walked. You
got obsessed with movie actors. You started dating my boyfriend. You
went on a diet and I watched you peeling lettuce leaves off in strips
and saw we were fundamentally different. You told stories about me and
embellished them to make them more interesting, which is also known as
lying. You told me I was ruining my life but didn't seem to have any
suggestions about how to stop. You gave my friend an STD and denied it
to him and confessed it to me. You grew up faster than I did. You didn't
invite me to your party. You told me it wasn't possible to love me. 
You said it was too far for you to come and visit me, and I should visit
you instead. I chose the person who didn't ask me to choose. You said I
should forget you. You hung up on me. I wasn't your ideal. You had
children with a man you professed to hate. I had a six hour layover in
your airport and you had a date and didn't show. You said once I was
gone you probably wouldn't even miss me. You rubbed my forearm and
called me baby names. Once I wasn't there and you didn't even notice. I couldn't let it go, so I let you go instead.