Perhaps it is the fact that you are too much like my mother
and that I am too much like my father
and that level of incest is beyond disgusting

Perhaps it is the fact that you started smoking cigars
and my lungs never got over childhood asthma
and I still use the baby's octopus-themed nebulizer
whenever my breath is too weak again

Perhaps it is the fact that you drink alcohol
but only because your friends thought it was a good change for you
and I don't have that many friends

Perhaps it is the fact that you made deals
wherein we simply wouldn't get gifts for each other's holidays
and while I agreed,
I still bought you meaningless things
like a USB drive or a backup phone battery, the one you wanted
because I thought it would help us