@aeseukia
i haven't been active in a long time here, however, i am going to delete this account and restart a new one. hopefully i will be more encouraged and happy to continue writing on here. i am sorry for this last minute announcement, i will @ my new account in a comment.
ïf
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
"the most important conversations
you'll have are with your fingers
when they nervously graze hers
for the first time during dinner
the thrill of raising goosebumps on
her breasts while unbuttoning her shirt
on days you are angry,
they'll ball into fists
and she'll cry,
but as they shake
for forgiveness
she'll see what
apologies look like
and when one
of you is dying
in a hospital at 65,
your hands'll grip hers
to say things words
can't describe"
- fingers; rupi kaur
"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
"she is water
soft enough
to offer life
tough enough
to drown it away."
-rupi kaur
"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