Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur

You must enter a relationship with yourself before anyone else

The abused and the abuser
I have been both

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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?

Your name is the most powerful happy and sad subtext in any language. It sometimes gives me light, then makes me sick all day.

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”

Don't mistake salt for sugar. If he wants to be with you, he will. It's so simple.

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