Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur

I always drag myself into it. I always let him call me extraordinary and partly believe it. I always jump with the conviction that he will catch me, and I fall. I'm hopeless. I am a romantic and a dreamer, and one day it will ruin me.

He will only whisper: "I love you," and at that moment his hands are reaching for the zipper of your pants.

And that's where you have to catch this difference between desire and need. You may want this guy, but you certainly don't need him.

It must hurt to admit that I'm your most adorable regret.

When you're broken and he's gone, don't torment yourself with the question:
were you enough?
The problem is something else: there were so many of you that he couldn't handle it.

You deserve to find yourself, not get lost in your surroundings.

The next time you drink black coffee, you will feel its bitterness and cry, but you will never give it up, because even bitterness is better than nothing.

it is your blood
in my veins
tell me how i’m
supposed to forget

you were so afraid
of my voice
i decided to be
afraid of it too

the rape will
tear you
in half
 
 
but it
will not
end you

You tell me to quiet down cause
My opinions make me less beautiful
But i was not made with a fire in my belly
So i could be put out
I was not made with a lightness on my tongue
So i could be easy to swallow
I was made heavy
Half blade and half silk
Difficult to forget and not easy
For the mind to follow

He said:
I'm sorry, I'm not the one with whom everything is easy.
I looked at him in surprise:
Who said I need simplicity? I don't want simplicity, I crave a damn puzzle.

Fall in love with your loneliness.

He asks me what i do
I tell him “I work for a small company that makes packaging for…”-he stops me midsentence
“No not what you do to pay the bills what drives you crazy what keeps you up at night”

I tell him i write. He asks me to show him something. I take the tips of my fingers place them inside his forearm and graze them down his wrist goose bumps rise to the surface. I see his mouth clench muscles tighten his eyes pore into mine as though i'm the reason for making them blink. I break gaze just as he inches toward me i step back.

“So that's what you do — you command attention”
My cheeks flush as i smile shyly confessing
“I can't help it”

You said, "If it's meant to be, fate will bring us together again." For a second I thought, are you really that naive? Do you really believe that fate works like this? It's like she's in heaven watching us. It's like she has five fingers and all she cares about is moving us around like chess pieces. As if it's not a choice that we make ourselves. Who taught you that? Tell me, who convinced you that our heart and mind are worthless? That our actions do not determine what will happen to us? I want to shout at you and exclaim: "We are the fools. Only we ourselves are able to bring us together." But instead I sit quietly. I smile silently, even though my lips are trembling. Isn't it tragic that I see everything so clearly and he doesn't?

I didn't leave because I stopped loving you. I left because the longer I stayed, the less I loved myself.

I've come all this way to give it all to you, but you're not even looking.