Rupi Kaur

do not look for healingat the feet of thosewho broke you

accept that you deserve more than painful love life is moving the healthiest thing for your heart is to move with it

you look at me and cryeverything hurtsi hold you and whisperbut everything can heal

the rape willtear youin halfbut it will notend you

every time you tell your daughteryou yell at herout of loveyou teach her to confuseanger with kindnesswhich seems like a good ideatill she grows up totrust men who hurt hercause they look so muchlike you- to fathers with daughters

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.

fall in lovewith your solitude

how you love yourself ishow you teach othersto love you

do not bother holding ontothat thing that does not want you-you cannot make it stay

he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me

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 womancalling myselfa womanmakes me utterly wholeand complete

something about the phrase - something abouthow i have to be unlike the womeni call sisters in order to be wantedmakes me want to spit your tongue out

i want to apologize to all the womeni have called prettybefore i've called them intelligent or bravei am sorry i made it sound as thoughsomething as simple as what you're born withis the most you have to be proud of when yourspirit has crushed mountainsfrom now on i will say things likeyou are resilient or you are extraordinarynot because i don't think you're prettybut because you are so much more than that

you tell me i am not like most girlsand learn to kiss me with your eyes closedsomething about the phrase - something abouthow i have to be unlike the womeni call sisters in order to be wantedmakes me want to spit your tongue out like i am supposed to be proud you picked meas if i should be relieved you thinki am better than them

he placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hips or my lips

a daughter shouldnot have to beg her fatherfor a relationship

my heart woke me crying last nighthow can i help i beggedmy heart said write the book

most importantly lovelike it's the only thing you knowat the end of the day all this means nothingthis page where you're sitting your degree your jobyour money nothing even matters except love and human connectionwho you lovedand how deeply you loved themhow you touched the people around you and how much you gave them