I doubt you will read this so I’m putting it up on my blog so someone will

Hey, that’s what happens when a writer is suddenly ignored – not due to her writing, but due to her initial attractive emotional humanness suddenly morphing into insignificant nobody land in your mind. I seem to have rather swiftly declined from significant to nonexistent.  For who knows what reason, I suddenly don’t deserve to be read by you anymore or paid any attention to whatsoever, BUT…
Just in case you do read this, I am letting you know that I mailed something to your parents’ address today.  (A Halloween card and a few magnets I painted for your family members many months ago.  Also, a separate card and a few things for you). I would have asked you where to mail them to (your P.O. Box number or your parents’ home address), but you probably would have ignored that too – so I chose to mail them where someone will hopefully see them, open them up and appreciate them.
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Last year on my birthday, we went to the Pittsburgh zoo together. You had driven to Pittsburgh the day before for a poetry reading I was a part of. We had a wonderful time together.
This year on my birthday, you ignored me even then. Didn’t even send me one of your Happy Birth-Anniversary tidbits on facebook.
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I know I’ve said before that I think you use the word ‘broken’ too much, to describe yourself.  But now I will say that one realm in which you do seem to be broken is the realm of romantic relationships – in terms of how you dive in/dive out.
How and why do you choose to dive in/dive out the way you do?  Was the person you were attracted to at the beginning not even the real me, but just a new female body form?  And then once you got to know my mind more, you realized it wasn’t really your style?  You shouldn’t dive in so quickly then. You shouldn’t dive in until you do get to know the person’s mind more.
Maybe you like it that way – dive in, dive out, move on. I don’t.
Unfortunately, even though I dove into it more slowly than you did, I apparently dove into it more emotionally than you did. I know I’m the one who technically ended our relationship, but that’s because you were paying significantly less attention to me and I didn’t want to be ‘on-hold’ for who knows how long.
I thought we were at least still going to remain good friends, though (since we both said we were) – and now you’re just ignoring everything about me, as though I no longer exist. You dove in to me, super-excited – and then suddenly changed your pace and your pitch and your feelings.  And now you’ve just thrown me away – DOWN THE DRAIN.
I’m upset at myself - for allowing myself to become so emotionally involved/invested and to feel so strongly about someone who can so quickly change his pace and focus elsewhere - pitch me out, and move on to the next round.
At least I’ll continue to write about it all I want, including a new poem in progress.