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poems that remind me of kankri from milk and honey by rupi kaur
*how is it so easy for you to be kind* he asked
milk and honesy dripped from my lips as i answered
*cause people have not been kind to me
milk and honesy dripped from my lips as i answered
*cause people have not been kind to me
it is your blood
in my veins
tell me how im
supposed to forget
in my veins
tell me how im
supposed to forget
if i knew what
safety looked like
i would have spent
less time falling into
arms that were not
safety looked like
i would have spent
less time falling into
arms that were not
you have sadness
living in places
sadness shouldnt live
living in places
sadness shouldnt live
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 make with a lightness on my tongue
so i could be easy to swallow
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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 make with a lightness on my tongue
so i could be easy to swallow
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(+)
i was made heavy
half blad and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow
i was made heavy
half blad and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow
*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 doesnt wear that anger*
youre right
this rage is the one thing
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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 doesnt wear that anger*
youre right
this rage is the one thing
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(+)
i get from my father
i get from my father
i flinch when you touch me
i fear its him
i fear its him
you are the faint line
between faith and
blindly waiting
- letter to my future lover
between faith and
blindly waiting
- letter to my future lover
you look like you smell of
honey and no pain
let me have a taste of that
honey and no pain
let me have a taste of that
//NSFW IMPLICATIONS
*you talk too much*
he whispers into my ear
*i can think of better ways to use that mouth*
*you talk too much*
he whispers into my ear
*i can think of better ways to use that mouth*
you were temptingly beautiful
but stung when i got close
but stung when i got close
more than anything
i want to save you
from myself
i want to save you
from myself
i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut
but you had your eyes shut
i dont know what living a balanced like feels like
when i am sad
i dont cry i pour
when i am happy
i dont smile i glow
when im angry
i dont yell i burn
the good thing about feeling in extremes is
when i love i give them wings
but perhaps it isnt
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when i am sad
i dont cry i pour
when i am happy
i dont smile i glow
when im angry
i dont yell i burn
the good thing about feeling in extremes is
when i love i give them wings
but perhaps it isnt
(+)
(+)
such a good thing cause
they always tend to leave
and you should see me
when my heart is broken
i dont grieve,
i shatter
such a good thing cause
they always tend to leave
and you should see me
when my heart is broken
i dont grieve,
i shatter
rivers fall from my mouth
tears my eyes cant carry
tears my eyes cant carry
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 togather 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 stayed.
but then
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but then
(+)
(+)
there are some nights i imagine what i might do if you showed up. how if you waked into the room this very second everything awful youve 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 (+)
there are some nights i imagine what i might do if you showed up. how if you waked into the room this very second everything awful youve 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 its 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 doenst leave. how even when i am so past you, i am so helplessly brought back to you
to do list(after the breakup):
- take refuge in your bed
- cry. till the tears stop (this will take a few days)
- dont listen to slow songs
- delete their number from your phone even though it is memorized on your fingertips
- dont look at old pictures
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- take refuge in your bed
- cry. till the tears stop (this will take a few days)
- dont listen to slow songs
- delete their number from your phone even though it is memorized on your fingertips
- dont look at old pictures
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- find the closests ice cream shop and treat yourself to two scoops of mint chocolate. the mint will calm your heart, but you deserve the chocolate
- buy new bed sheets
- collect all the gifts, tshirts, everything with their smell on it and drop it off at a donation center
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- buy new bed sheets
- collect all the gifts, tshirts, everything with their smell on it and drop it off at a donation center
(+)
- plan a trip
- perfect the art of smiling and nodding when someone brings their name up in conversation
- start a new project
- whatever you do. dont call.
- dont beg for what doesnt want to stay
- stop crying at some point
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- perfect the art of smiling and nodding when someone brings their name up in conversation
- start a new project
- whatever you do. dont call.
- dont beg for what doesnt want to stay
- stop crying at some point
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(+)
- allow yourself to feel foolish for believing you couldve built the rest of your life in someones stomach
- breathe.
- allow yourself to feel foolish for believing you couldve built the rest of your life in someones stomach
- breathe.
if you were born with
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise
it takes grace
to remain kind
in cruel situations
to remain kind
in cruel situations
to be
soft
is
to be
powerful
soft
is
to be
powerful
if the hurt comes
so will the happiness
- be patient
so will the happiness
- be patient
the world
gives you
so much pain
and here you are
making gold out of it
- nothing purer than that
gives you
so much pain
and here you are
making gold out of it
- nothing purer than that
some people
are so bitter
to them
you must be kindest
are so bitter
to them
you must be kindest
give to those
who have nothing
to give to you
who have nothing
to give to you
// TW IMPLIED R*PE/ABUSE
you split me open
in the honest
way there is
to split a soul
ad forced me to write
at a time i was sure i
could not write again
you split me open
in the honest
way there is
to split a soul
ad forced me to write
at a time i was sure i
could not write again
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