Down the Rabbit Hole

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