you get angry
at me
because your boyfriend
is mean
to me
and I won't take it.

and you choose him
over me
wanting to talk to him
and not me
and I miss you.

and I look back
at the pictures
on the rocks by the river
with the cigarettes burning
close to our fingers
and our hair in the breeze
and the smiles on our faces
and you were my best friend
and now you don't care
because you're always with him
and never call me
to share what's been going on in your days
and I feel like I don't know you.

and you definitely
don't know me.