Rupi Kaur

My favorite thing about you is the smell.
You smell
earth,
grass
meadows
and a little more human than everyone else.

I know
I should be wasting myself on something more worthwhile, but have you seen this guy?
Every night he brings the sun
to my knees.

I am learning
to love him
through love from myself.

You were so far away, and I forgot that you were.

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 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.

The abused and the abuser
I have been both

You pinned
My legs to
The ground
With your feet
And demanded
I stand up
 
 

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.

It is impossible to say that mom is afraid or loves her father. It's so similar.

Every revolution begins and ends with his lips.

I thank the universe for taking everything that was taken away and giving me everything that was given.
— balance

Born with the weakness to fall, you are born with the strength to rise.

Having lost you, I found myself.