Rabbittt-0

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Two Halves (of a Whole)

"Are you a puppy or a vampire?" Does it really matter? I have fangs to sink into you, I'm so excited to see you. I get so excited I can't help but jump and bite into you. I'm sorry, I can't help it but at least I love you like I do. You have to let me in and take care of me just the same. Isn't that the same? When I draw a little blood from you? Maybe that's the key that I'm really the same, two halves. But really just the same, changing by day but still the same. And when you hold me tight is it any different which one I am? And when you hold me tight, isn't it a thrill to see which one I am? Maybe it's better no mirrors, and keep some tennis balls on hand. And if anyone asks why she's teething just say that's the way I am. But don't worry darling, I want you for more than your blood or looks. I also want to sit with you in silence stroking my fur and reading books. Watch the sunrise, and maybe go to sleep, then get back up again at 3. The December air is good for your complexion, oh

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Pride

Life was an ocean and I felt sank so I swallowed my pride and let Envy do the same to me, in its' embrace I was rewarded with trinkets the further I gave in to it and I became weighed down with each new piece believing they had meaning and gave me meaning. Tired of the slow death and full of fake pride I took the trinkets I held so dear and wrapped myself in their throws to sleep ignorant of my own failure. We parted ways.

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At what point do I just suddenly get better

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Two Halves (of a Whole) by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Two Halves (of a Whole)

Otherness by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Otherness

Destroy me, destroy me, destroy my tragic frame. Rip the otherness from my bones, destroy my tragic frame. I will never be your kind and no conditioning will make me. I wanted you, I wanted into that world, but I never fit. I never fit, never fit into the thing made to make me happy. Break apart my bones and take the marrow so I can be useful. I'll never be your kind, never be your kind, never be capable. Give it up and forget it, what world did you think I was from? From a dumber, vaguer, world that shouts in ugly voices. Our ugly voices, our vague thoughts, our dumb selves. Our dumb selves with our lesser feelings and thoughts. I'll never be the cool kind of weird, just feelings and thoughts. And shouting in my ugly voice, I'll never be happy in my box!!! But I need it to grow and you need it to put me outside. So that one day I will come back and you'll be gone.

Open Door by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Open Door

When did you stop feeling like it would never happen? I could have sworn you were resigned to die alone girl. Now you've opened this box you didn't know you had. What did you find? New problems and aren't you glad? I guess you are because you keep untangling them all. Even when they break and even when you seem to fall. I think at times you might even have hope or something. Not that I ever knew you to try for anything meaningful at all. Maybe you'll turn it around this time, get a real return out of it. Maybe not, but I'm proud of you for trying again after so long. If you ever really did, because you never would have done this. Started a new shelf, built a new bed, and asked for more than this. I think I never knew you at all, but I'm glad to now if that helps. So don't smile, let them see you how you really are for true. And fuck 'em if they don't like it they've got a door too.

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Disorganized by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Disorganized

I can't believe you showed up, catching hell exuberant. Hating and languished, did you think I wouldn't notice. I'm in love with you you know, breeding bent to heel. Mired with aggression, I just want you to use me please. Let me fail you and let it be okay, choked to cowardice. Raked like hot coals, so I can finally be happy to die. I think you're just afraid of me, stressed to bursting. Void so suffocating, afraid I'll actually be one to love. Maybe you'll even end up missing me, drunk of despair. Teeming regret, and maybe I won't have to leave again.

Vessel by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Vessel

My hands are bloody again, the cold is nipping at my bud. Maybe I'll balance it this time but I really doubt it, fuck. Why can't you just take me why do I have to be special? I'm needy and I'm giving and I like you, why be anymore? If you're afraid of me I'm more a danger to myself than you. Not that there's much there to endanger, is what it feels. For some reason I thought being and loving was enough. But I can tell the way I'm passed over I just am devoid. Dreams, goals, ambitions, it never really did matter. I guess in the end I wasn't different, I was empty. I was always just the shell of a human being.

Confessing to You by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Confessing to You

I think I lost you somewhere along the way, I couldn't say when though. When I was looking back I think, I saw you every day but you left long ago. Realizing that I need you has made it so much harder, I never did cope. Never did make the gap, I hate failing anyone and I failed so long ago. While I pretend every new old problem I rediscover will fix me...or us. But you never were there were you, just something to say I had lost. Something to say I had once, to say I missed to say I needed back. Then why was I staring into my pillow sober, comatose crying alone? You'd be surprised how desperately I've looked for you since day one. Why are you a goal painted in my mind from birth? Who even are you? Staying here has been quietly suffering for the day you're clear to me. The day you grip me and I'm finally free to live or die my own woman. Therapy will never work if it's just me talking about you, forever... In the rainy wet cold half dead feeling you prick me on the back of my neck. I

Nature 1. Loved 2. Wretch 3. by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Nature 1. Loved 2. Wretch 3.

Falling, as I'm aft to do when given any slight chance. I find thoughts of you staining my mind more and more. Stitching your new into my old I can't help but feel unease. It isn't that I'm perfect, just stubborn and want to stay dug in. Forgive me if I'm quick to be slow, or drag when I'm to hasten. It isn't in my nature to change my nature, but I'm trying. . . . So much of myself sealed away and more yet unexplored. I think I just want to be loved and cared for too first. And figure it out as I go, maybe not fuck it up for once. Or just learn enough to finally see myself in my future. . . . Aching my heart unquenchable it begins to burn. Driving affection into it's core still and only shortly. "What are you?" Scared and upset like always. Laying happiness into others yet still feel a leech. Always never enough stretching too far to live. Don't take care of me, I am undeserving of it. Another self-pitying wretch in the world.

Every Day by Rabbittt-0, literature

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Every Day

I can't help but hate myself at least a little. Even if I'm the reason I'm so kind and loving. Or my patience and attentiveness and willingness. And that I'm getting better, a bit at a time, trying. I'm also the reason I'm so scared to be happy. That I can't do what others can and struggle to. All the people I've been so afraid to talk to. The things I've wanted to do but never could. Only because it's me, only because I'm me. Maybe there's a god and I'll be hammered out. Or torn right out of the book like I never was. I could only blame myself for it, really. No matter who shares my condition. They don't catch my words in their throats. Or lose my thoughts in their heads. And they don't feel my heart aching. They just see me getting smaller. Every day.

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