Rabbit

Joined April 2024

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I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.

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Images Behind My Eyes.
I can't look at your pictures for too long without my eyes burning. They'll sting for the images that go through my mind of what could be.
By Rabbit2 days ago in Poets
With His Hands.
I love his hands as I hold them in mine before he touches me. My heart follows his finger tips as they trace my skin. He is rewriting my history with his hands.
By Rabbit3 days ago in Poets
It Was Her.
Before it was ever him or you, it was her. That's where it all started. I can tell you the exact moment, right down to the second.
By Rabbit4 days ago in Poets
Ghosts.
There are ghosts living in this house. Yes, they certainly live. They are just as alive as you and me. And I'm not talking about those who have passed on.
By Rabbit5 days ago in Poets
Missing Pieces.
I saw your face today. But it's missing your smile. That big bright smile that stretches to your ears. It usually reaches your dark brown eyes.
By Rabbit11 days ago in Poets
Wild Child.
My dear wild inner child. To the little girl with a messy face and tangled hair. You had so many dreams, hopes, and smiles.
By Rabbit11 days ago in Poets
Blink.
Your heavy eyes stare back at me. They blink once. Twice. And again. I'm talking about nothing. I'm going on and on. My lips move quickly.
By Rabbit11 days ago in Poets
Grief Is Fucking Stupid.
It doesn't make any sense, not even to the people who have been through it. I don't feel like eating even if I should. Food has no taste, there is no desire.
By Rabbit12 days ago in Poets
What Good Are Promises?
I made you a promise once. To be there for you no matter what. Together or not, in the good and bad, here I am. For the rest of my life.
By Rabbit12 days ago in Poets
My Relationship With the Sun.
Anytime I feel the sun on my skin I get this warmth in my stomach. No matter the day or time I have to stop and let it caress me for a moment longer than necessary.
By Rabbit12 days ago in Poets

Rabbit

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Images Behind My Eyes.

With His Hands.

It Was Her.

Ghosts.

Missing Pieces.

Wild Child.

Blink.

Grief Is Fucking Stupid.

What Good Are Promises?

My Relationship With the Sun.

Stories (10/0)