If I fall down a rabbit hole,
once or twice,
is it deliberate, or a mistake?
Am I being too nice?
I peer over the edge,
and throw my feelings down asunder;
hope it floods the rabbit hole,
as clouds rumble with thunder.
But it floats to the top,
and now, I have my own wishing well,
with bunny carcasses, snakes, egg shells,
Empty it, bucket by bucket;
burry each skeleton in a bed of flowers,
until there is no evidence
of the feelings that I cower.
And rumble, comes the next thunder,
before I even wake.
I've stumbled down the rabbit hole
again, it floods the gate.
i've caught feelings for someone right across the world from me. it's time that i crush those feelings once more.