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31 March 2020 (08:34)
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04 May 2020 (15:00)
Thank you. I have many of them in paperback, but having them online is amazing
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I follow Rupi Kaur on Instagram. She is an excellent poet, i loive her views on love an women
19 May 2020 (21:35)
I've been wanting this book for more than I can remember, finally having it at the reach of my fingertips is a bliss
02 June 2020 (02:08)
[image: cover] for the arms that hold me my heart woke me crying last night how can i help i begged my heart said write the book contents the hurting the loving the breaking the healing a letter about the writer about the book [image: ] how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me the first boy that kissed me held my shoulders down like the handlebars of the first bicycle he ever rode i was five he had the smell of starvation on his lips which he picked up from his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m. he was the first boy to teach me my body was for giving to those that wanted that i should feel anything less than whole and my god did i feel as empty as his mother at 4:25 a.m. [image: cover] it is your blood in my veins tell me how i’m supposed to forget the therapist places the doll in front of you it is the size of girls your uncles like touching point to where his hands were you point to the spot between its legs the one he fingered out of you like a confession how’re you feeling you pull the lump in your throat out with your teeth and say fine numb really - midweek sessions [image: cover] he was supposed to be the first male love of your life you still search for him everywhere - father you were so afraid of my voice i decided to be afraid of it too [image: cover] she was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her every time you tell your daughter you yell at her out of love you teach her to confuse anger with kindness which seems like a good idea till she grows up to trust men who hurt her cause they look so much like you - to fathers with ; daughters [image: cover] i’ve had sex she said but i don’t know what making love feels like if i knew what safety looked like i would have spent less time falling into arms that were not [image: cover] sex takes the consent of two if one person is lying there not doing anything cause they are not ready or not in the mood or simply don’t want to yet the other is having sex with their body it’s not love it is rape the idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic [image: cover] there is no bigger illusion in the world than the idea that a woman will bring dishonor into a home if she tries to keep her heart and her body safe you pinned my legs to the ground with your feet and demanded i stand up [image: cover] the rape will tear you in half but it will not end you you have sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live [image: cover] a daughter should not have to beg her father for a relationship [image: cover] trying to convince myself i am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when i was born to use my right - the idea of shrinking is hereditary 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 guts her with his fingers like he’s scraping the inside of a cantaloupe clean [image: cover] your mother is in the habit of offering more love than you can carry your father is absent you are a war the border between two countries the collateral damage the paradox that joins the two but also splits them apart emptying out of my mother’s belly was my first act of disappearance learning to shrink for a family who likes their daughters invisible was the second the art of being empty is simple believe them when they say you are nothing repeat it to yourself like a wish i am nothing i am nothing i am nothing so often the only reason you know you’re still alive is from the heaving of your chest - the art of being empty [image: cover] you look just like your mother i guess i do carry her tenderness well you both have the same eyes cause we are both exhausted and the hands we share the same wilting fingers but that rage your mother doesn’t wear that anger you’re right this rage is the one thing i get from my father (homage to warsan shire’s inheritance) when my mother opens her mouth to have a conversation at dinner my father shoves the word hush between her lips and tells her to never speak with her mouth full this is how the women in my family learned to live with their mouths closed [image: cover] our knees pried open by cousins and uncles and men our bodies touched by all the wrong people that even in a bed full of safety we are afraid father. you always call to say nothing in particular. you ask what i’m doing or where i am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us i scramble to find questions to keep the conversation going. what i long to say most is. i understand this world broke you. it has been so hard on your feet. i don’t blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. sometimes i stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which you’ll never care to mention. i come from the same aching blood. from the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. i am your daughter. i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you. [image: cover] you plough into me with two fingers and i am mostly shocked. it feels like rubber against an open wound. i do not like it. you begin pushing faster and faster. but i feel nothing. you search my face for a reaction so i begin acting like the naked women in the videos you watch when you think no one’s looking. i imitate their moans. hollow and hungry. you ask if it feels good and i say yes so quickly it sounds rehearsed. but the acting. you do not notice. [image: cover] i can’t tell if my mother is terrified or in love with my father it all looks the same i flinch when you touch me i fear it is him [image: cover] [image: ] when my mother was pregnant with her second child i was four i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother had gotten so big in such little time my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and said the closest thing to god on this earth is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from and to have a grown man tell me something so powerful at such a young age changed me to see the entire universe rested at my mother’s feet [image: cover] i struggle so deeply to understand how someone can pour their entire soul blood and energy into someone without wanting anything in return - i will have to wait till i’m a mother [image: cover] no it won’t be love at first sight when we meet it’ll be love at first remembrance cause i’ve seen you in my mother’s eyes when she tells me to marry the type of man i’d want to raise my son to be like every revolution starts and ends with his lips what am i to you he asks i put my hands in his lap and whisper you are every hope i’ve ever had in human form [image: cover] my favorite thing about you is your smell you smell like earth herbs gardens a little more human than the rest of us i know i should crumble for better reasons but have you seen that boy he brings the sun to its knees every night [image: cover] you are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting - letter to my future lover nothing is safer than the sound of you reading out loud to me - the perfect date [image: cover] he placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hips or my lips he didn’t call me beautiful first he called me exquisite - how he touches me i am learning how to love him by loving myself [image: cover] he says i am sorry i am not an easy person to want i look at him surprised who said i wanted easy i don’t crave easy i crave goddamn difficult the very thought of you has my legs spread apart like an easel with a canvas begging for art [image: cover] i am ready for you i have always been ready for you - the first time i do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me i want to be full on my own i want to be so complete i could light a whole city and then i want to have you cause the two of us combined could set it on fire [image: cover] love will come and when love comes love will hold you love will call your name and you will melt sometimes though love will hurt you but love will never mean to love will play no games cause love knows life has been hard enough already i’d be lying if i said you make me speechless the truth is you make my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in [image: cover] 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 might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant [image: cover] you’ve touched me without even touching me how do you turn a forest fire like me so soft i turn into running water [image: cover] you look like you smell of honey and no pain let me have a taste of that your name is the strongest positive and negative connotation in any language it either lights me up or leaves me aching for days [image: cover] you talk too much he whispers into my ear i can think of better ways to use that mouth it’s your voice that undresses me [image: cover] my name sounds so good french kissing your tongue you wrap your fingers around my hair and pull this is how you make music out of me - foreplay [image: cover] on days like this i need you to run your fingers through my hair and speak softly - you i want your hands to hold not my hands your lips to kiss not my lips but other places [image: cover] i need someone who knows struggle as well as i do someone willing to hold my feet in their lap on days it is too difficult to stand the type of person who gives exactly what i need before i even know i need it the type of lover who hears me even when i do not speak is the type of understanding i demand - the type of lover i need you move my hand between my legs and whisper make those pretty little fingers dance for me - solo performance [image: cover] we’ve been arguing more than we ought to. about things neither of us remember or care about cause that’s how we avoid the bigger questions. instead of asking why we don’t say i love you to one another as often as we used to. we fight about things like: who was supposed to get up and turn the lights off first. or who was supposed to pop the frozen pizza in the oven after work. taking hits at the most vulnerable parts of one another. we’re like fingers on thorns honey. we know exactly where it hurts. and everything is on the table tonight. like that one time you whispered a name i’m pretty sure wasn’t mine in your sleep. or last week when you said you were working late. so i called work but they said you’d already left a couple hours ago. where were you for those couple hours. i know. i know. your excuses make all the sense in the world. and i get a little carried away for no good reason and eventually begin crying. but what else do you expect baby. i love you so much. i’m sorry i thought you were lying. that’s when you hold your head with your hands in frustration. half begging me to stop. half tired and sick of it. the toxin in our mouths has burnt holes in our cheeks. we look less alive than we used to. less color in our faces. but don’t kid yourself. no matter how bad it gets we both know you still wanna nail me to the ground. especially when i’m screaming so loud our fighting wakes the neighbors. and they come running to the door to save us. baby don’t open it. instead. lie me down. lay me open like a map. and with your finger trace the places you still want to **** out of me. kiss me like i am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours. and when your mouth is kissing not my mouth but other places. my legs will split apart out of habit. and that’s when. i pull you in. welcome you. home. when the entire street is looking out their windows wondering what all the commotion is. and the fire trucks come rolling in to save us but they can’t distinguish whether these flames began with our anger or our passion. i will smile. throw my head back. arch my body like a mountain you want to split in half. baby lick me. like your mouth has the gift of reading and i’m your favorite book. find your favorite page in the soft spot between my legs and read it carefully. fluently. vividly. don’t you dare leave a single word untouched. and i swear my ending will be so good. the last few words will come. running to your mouth. and when you’re done. take a seat. cause it’s my turn to make music with my knees pressed to the ground. sweet baby. this. is how we pull language out of one another with the flick of our tongues. this is how we have the conversation. this. is how we make up. - how we make up [image: ] [image: cover] when my mother says i deserve better i snap to your defense out of habit he still loves me i shout she looks at me with defeated eyes the way a parent looks at their child when they know this is the type of pain even they can’t fix and says it means nothing to me if he loves you if he can’t do a single wretched thing about it you were so distant i forgot you were there at all [image: cover] you said. if it is meant to be. fate will bring us back together. for a second i wonder if you are really that naive. if you really believe fate works like that. as if it lives in the sky staring down at us. as if it has five fingers and spends its time placing us like pieces of chess. as if it is not the choices we make. who taught you that. tell me. who convinced you. you’ve been given a heart and a mind that isn’t yours to use. that your actions do not define what will become of you. i want to scream and shout it’s us you fool. we’re the only ones that can bring us back together. but instead i sit quietly. smiling softly through quivering lips thinking. isn’t it such a tragic thing. when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t. don’t mistake salt for sugar if he wants to be with you he will it’s that simple [image: cover] he only whispers i love you as he slips his hands down the waistband of your pants this is where you must understand the difference between want and need you may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him you were temptingly beautiful but stung when i got close [image: cover] the woman who comes after me will be a bootleg version of who i am. she will try and write poems for you to erase the ones i’ve left memorized on your lips but her lines could never punch you in the stomach the way mine did. she will then try to make love to your body. but she will never lick, caress, or suck like me. she will be a sad replacement of the woman you let slip. nothing she does will excite you and this will break her. when she is tired of falling apart for a man that doesn’t give back what he takes she will recognize me in your eyelids staring at her with pity and it’ll hit her. how can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again. the next time you have your coffee black you’ll taste the bitter state he left you in it will make you weep but you’ll never stop drinking you’d rather have the darkest parts of him than have nothing [image: cover] more than anything i want to save you from myself you have spent enough nights with his manhood curled inside your legs to forget what loneliness feels like [image: cover] you whisper i love you what you mean is i don’t want you to leave that’s the thing about love it marinates your lips till the only word your mouth remembers is his name [image: cover] it must hurt to know i am your most beautiful regret i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you i left because the longer i stayed the less i loved myself [image: cover] you mustn’t have to make them want you they must want you themselves [image: cover]did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway i am the town surrounding it the one you’ve never heard of but always pass through there are no neon lights here no skyscrapers or statues but there is thunder for i make bridges tremble i am not street meat i am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing your lips will touch i am not police sirens i am the crackle of a fireplace i’d burn you and you still couldn’t take your eyes off me cause i’d look so beautiful doing it you’d blush i am not a hotel room i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me the one who arrives after you will remind me love is supposed to be soft he will taste like the poetry i wish i could write if he can’t help but degrade other women when they’re not looking if toxicity is central to his language he could hold you in his lap and be soft honey that man could feed you sugar and douse you in rose water but that still could not make him sweet - if you want to know the type of man he is [image: cover] i am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut you must have known you were wrong when your fingers were dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you [image: cover] the thing worth holding on to would not have let go when you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it [image: cover] love made the danger in you look like safety even when you undress her you are searching for me i am sorry i taste so good when the two of you make love it is still my name that rolls off your tongue accidently [image: cover] you treat them like they have a heart like yours but not everyone can be as soft and as tender you don’t see the person they are you see the person they have the potential to be you give and give till they pull everything out of you and leave you empty i had to leave i was tired of allowing you to make me feel anything less than whole [image: cover] you were the most beautiful thing i’d ever felt till now. and i was convinced you’d remain the most beautiful thing i’d ever feel. do you know how limiting that is. to think at such a ripe young age i’d experienced the most exhilarating person i’d ever meet. how i’d spend the rest of my life just settling. to think i’d tasted the rawest form of honey and everything else would be refined and synthetic. that nothing beyond this point would add up. that all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you. - falsehood i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like when i am sad i don’t cry i pour when i am happy i don’t smile i glow when i am angry i don’t yell i burn the good thing about feeling in extremes is when i love i give them wings but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing cause they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken i don’t grieve i shatter [image: cover] i came all this way to give you all these things but you aren’t even looking [image: cover]the abused and the abuser - i have been both i am undoing you from my skin [image: cover]it wasn’t you i was kissing — don’t be mistaken it was him on my mind your lips were just convenient it always comes back to you boils circles itches its way back to you i was music but you had your ears cut off [image: cover] my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you i will not have you build me into your life when what i want is to build a life with you - the difference [image: cover] rivers fall from my mouth tears my eyes can’t carry you are snakeskin and i keep shedding you somehow my mind is forgetting every exquisite detail of your face the letting go has become the forgetting which is the most pleasant and saddest thing to have happened [image: cover] you were not wrong for leaving you were wrong for coming back and thinking you could have me when it was convenient and leave when it was not how can i write if he took my hands with him [image: cover] neither of us is happy but neither of us wants to leave so we keep breaking one another and calling it love we began with honesty let us end in it too - us [image: cover] your voice alone drives me to tears i don’t know why i split myself open for others knowing sewing myself up hurts this much afterward [image: cover] people go but how they left always stays love is not cruel we are cruel love is not a game we have made a game out of love [image: cover] how can our love die if it’s written in these pages even after the hurt the loss the pain the breaking your body is still the only one i want to be undressed under [image: cover] the night after you left i woke up so broken the only place to put the pieces were the bags under my eyes stay i whispered as you shut the door behind you [image: cover] i am confident i am over you. so much that some mornings i wake up with a smile on my face and my hands pressed together thanking the universe for pulling you out of me. thank god i cry. thank god you left. i would not be the empire i am today if you had stayed. but then. there are some nights i imagine what i might do if you showed up. how if you walked into the room this very second every awful thing you’ve ever done would be tossed out the closest window and all the love would rise up again. it would pour through my eyes as if it never really left in the first place. as if it’s been practicing how to stay silent so long only so it could be this loud on your arrival. can someone explain that. how even when the love leaves. it doesn’t leave. how even when i am so past you. i am so helplessly brought back to you. he isn’t coming back whispered my head he has to sobbed my heart - wilting [image: cover] i don’t want to be friends i want all of you - more i am losing parts of you like i lose eyelashes unknowingly and everywhere [image: cover] you cannot leave and have me too i cannot exist in two places at once - when you ask if we can still be friends i am water soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away [image: cover] what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave to you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these once you left. you leave but you don’t stay gone why do you do that why do you abandon the thing you want to keep why do you linger in a place you do not want to stay why do you think it’s okay to do both go and return all at once [image: cover] i will tell you about selfish people. even when they know they will hurt you they walk into your life to taste you because you are the type of being they don’t want to miss out on. you are too much shine to not be felt. so when they have gotten a good look at everything you have to offer. when they have taken your skin your hair your secrets with them. when they realize how real this is. how much of a storm you are and it hits them. that is when the cowardice sets in. that is when the person you thought they were is replaced by the sad reality of what they are. that is when they lose every fighting bone in their body and leave after saying you will find better than me. you will stand there naked with half of them still hidden somewhere inside you and sob. asking them why they did it. why they forced you to love them when they had no intention of loving you back and they’ll say something along the lines of i just had to try. i had to give it a chance. it was you after all. but that isn’t romantic. it isn’t sweet. the idea that they were so engulfed by your existence they had to risk breaking it for the sake of knowing they weren’t the one missing out. your existence meant that little next to their curiosity of you. that is the thing about selfish people. they gamble entire beings. entire souls to please their own. one second they are holding you like the world in their lap and the next they have belittled you to a mere picture. a moment. something of the past. one second. they swallow you up and whisper they want to spend the rest of their life with you. but the moment they sense fear. they are already halfway out the door. without having the nerve to let you go with grace. as if the human heart means that little to them. and after all this. after all of the taking. the nerve. isn’t it sad and funny how people have more guts these days to undress you with their fingers than they do to pick up the phone and call. apologize. for the loss. and this is how you lose her. - selfish to do list (after the breakup): 1. take refuge in your bed. 2. cry. till the tears stop (this will take a few days). 3. don’t listen to slow songs. 4. delete their number from your phone even though it is memorized on your fingertips. 5. don’t look at old photos. 6. find the closest ice cream shop and treat yourself to two scoops of mint chocolate chip. the mint will calm your heart. you deserve the chocolate. 7. buy new bed sheets. 8. collect all the gifts, t-shirts, and everything with their smell on it and drop it off at a donation center. 9. plan a trip. 10. perfect the art of smiling and nodding when someone brings their name up in conversation. 11. start a new project. 12. whatever you do. do not call. 13. do not beg for what does not want to stay. 14. stop crying at some point. 15. allow yourself to feel foolish for believing you could’ve built the rest of your life in someone else’s stomach. 16. breathe. the way they leave tells you everything [image: cover] [image: ] perhaps i don’t deserve nice things cause i am paying for sins i don’t remember [image: cover] the thing about writing is i can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying me do not bother holding on to that thing that does not want you - you cannot make it stay [image: cover] you must enter a relationship with yourself before anyone else accept that you deserve more than painful love life is moving the healthiest thing for your heart is to move with it [image: cover] it is a part of the human experience to feel pain do not be afraid open yourself to it - evolving [image: cover]loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself you are in the habit of co-depending on people to make up for what you think you lack who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is complement do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you [image: cover] if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise perhaps the saddest of all are those who live waiting for someone they’re not sure exists - 7 billion people [image: cover] stay strong through your pain grow flowers from it you have helped me grow flowers out of mine so bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly however you need just bloom - to the reader i thank the universe for taking everything it has taken and giving to me everything it is giving - balance [image: cover] it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations fall in love with your solitude [image: cover] there is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you sometimes the apology never comes when it is wanted and when it comes it is neither wanted nor needed - you are too late [image: cover] you tell me i am not like most girls and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed something about the phrase—something about how i have to be unlike the women i call sisters in order to be wanted makes me want to spit your tongue out like i am supposed to be proud you picked me as if i should be relieved you think i am better than them the next time he points out the hair on your legs is growing back remind that boy your body is not his home he is a guest warn him to never outstep his welcome again [image: cover] to be soft is to be powerful you deserve to be completely found in your surroundings not lost within them [image: cover] i know it’s hard believe me i know it feels like tomorrow will never come and today will be the most difficult day to get through but i swear you will get through the hurt will pass as it always does if you give it time and let it so let it go slowly like a broken promise let it go i like the way the stretch marks on my thighs look human and that we’re so soft yet rough and jungle wild when we need to be i love that about us how capable we are of feeling how unafraid we are of breaking and tend to our wounds with grace just being a woman calling myself a woman makes me utterly whole and complete [image: cover] my issue with what they consider beautiful is their concept of beauty centers around excluding people i find hair beautiful when a woman wears it like a garden on her skin that is the definition of beauty big hooked noses pointing upward to the sky like they’re rising to the occasion skin the color of earth my ancestors planted crops on to feed a lineage of women with thighs thick as tree trunks eyes like almonds deeply hooded with conviction the rivers of punjab flow through my bloodstream so don’t tell me my women aren’t as beautiful as the ones in your country our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry - women of color [image: cover] accept yourself as you were designed your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is [image: cover] losing you was the becoming of myself other women’s bodies are not our battlegrounds [image: cover] removing all the hair off your body is okay if that’s what you want to do just as much as keeping all the hair on your body is okay if that’s what you want to do - you belong only to yourself apparently it is ungraceful of me to mention my period in public cause the actual biology of my body is too real it is okay to sell what’s between a woman’s legs more than it is okay to mention its inner workings the recreational use of this body is seen as beautiful while its nature is seen as ugly [image: cover] you were a dragon long before he came around and said you could fly you will remain a dragon long after he’s left i want to apologize to all the women i have called pretty before i’ve called them intelligent or brave i am sorry i made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains from now on i will say things like you are resilient or you are extraordinary not because i don’t think you’re pretty but because you are so much more than that [image: cover] i have what i have and i am happy i’ve lost what i’ve lost and i am still happy - outlook you look at me and cry everything hurts i hold you and whisper but everything can heal [image: cover] if the hurt comes so will the happiness - be patient [image: cover] the name kaur makes me a free woman it removes the shackles that try to bind me uplifts me to remind me i am equal to any man even though the state of this world screams to me i am not that i am my own woman and i belong wholly to myself and the universe it humbles me calls out and says i have a universal duty to share with humanity to nurture and serve the sisterhood to raise those that need raising the name kaur runs in my blood it was in me before the word itself existed it is my identity and my liberation - kaur a woman of sikhi [image: cover] the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it - there is nothing purer than that how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you my heart aches for sisters more than anything it aches for women helping women like flowers ache for spring [image: cover] the goddess between your legs makes mouths water you are your own soul mate [image: cover] some people are so bitter to them you must be kindest we all move forward when we recognize how resilient and striking the women around us are [image: cover] for you to see beauty here does not mean there is beauty in me it means there is beauty rooted so deep within you you can’t help but see it everywhere hair if it was not supposed to be there would not be growing on our bodies in the first place - we are at war with what comes most naturally to us [image: cover] most importantly love like it’s the only thing you know how at the end of the day all this means nothing this page where you’re sitting your degree your job the money nothing even matters except love and human connection who you loved and how deeply you loved them how you touched the people around you and how much you gave them i want to remain so rooted to the ground these tears these hands these feet sink in - grounded [image: cover] you have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone if you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else [image: cover] you must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first of course i want to be successful but i don’t crave success for me i need to be successful to gain enough milk and honey to help those around me succeed [image: cover] my heartbeat quickens at the thought of birthing poems which is why i will never stop opening myself up to conceive them the lovemaking to the words is so erotic i am either in love or in lust with the writing or both what terrifies me most is how we foam at the mouth with envy when others succeed but sigh in relief when they are failing our struggle to celebrate each other is what’s proven most difficult in being human [image: cover] your art is not about how many people like your work your art is about if your heart likes your work if your soul likes your work it’s about how honest you are with yourself and you must never trade honesty for relatability - to all you young poets give to those who have nothing to give to you - seva (selfless service) [image: cover] you split me open in the most honest way there is to split a soul open and forced me to write at a time i was sure i could not write again - thank you [image: ] you have made it to the end. with my heart in your hands. thank you. for arriving here safely. for being tender with the most delicate part of me. sit down. breathe. you must be tired. let me kiss your hands. your eyes. they must be wanting of something sweet. i am sending you all my sugar. i would be nowhere and nothing if it were not for you. you’ve helped me become the woman i wanted to be. but was too afraid to be. do you have any idea how much of a miracle you are. how lovely it’s been. and how lovely it will always be. i am kneeling before you. saying thank you. i am sending my love to your eyes. may they always see goodness in people. and may you always practice kindness. may we see each other as one. may we be nothing short of in love with everything the universe has to offer. and may we always stay grounded. rooted. our feet planted firmly onto the earth. - a love letter from me to you rupi kaur is a writer and artist based in toronto, canada. throughout her poetry and illustrations she engages with themes of love, loss, trauma, healing, and femininity. she shares her writing with the world as a means to create a safe space for progressive healing and forward movement. her creative direction and photography have broken international boundaries and have since made it into galleries, magazines, and spaces around the world. when she is not writing or creating other art, she is traveling to perform spoken word, as well as hosting writing workshops. you can find more of her work at: www.rupikaur.com - about the writer milk and honey is a collection of poetry about love loss trauma abuse healing and femininity it is split into four chapters each chapter serves a different purpose deals with a different pain heals a different heartache milk and honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look - 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