Do you see the irony yet?
Your need for hyper-independence moved you right back home, 400 miles away from me and all the help you didn't want,
and still, I am bailing you out.
Don't tell me why.
Don't text back.
Keep me in the dark, but at the end of the day, we end up right back here again and again.
Without a word, we fall back into old habits
down the rabbit hole into a world where I fix your problems and you hate me for it
only this time, I don't say I love you
I play my part and bite my tongue
so you can go on pretending you're okay on your own
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A sorrowful feeling of Love. Well done!
Very difficult , sad these things happen
Even though I know in my heart of hearts that I'm not.
This is so very sad!
That is so sad.
Ugh. This is intense, tough emotions which many of us face or mask depending on the relationship. Old loves, young adult kids, friends with addictions and more. I relate all to well.