Milk and Honey

There were times, while reading Rupi Kaur's milk and honey, when I was tempted to tear out pages, snippets, and paste them on the wall next to me.

They frown on this behaviour with library books, so instead I scribbled down passages and verses in my notebook, knowing well that I will return to them again, and often.

There have been few things written that describe me so perfectly, so I had to share this poem with you all:

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

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 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

people go

but how

they left

always stays

your body

is a museum

of natural disasters

can you grasp how

stunning that is

(originally published on inthemargins.ca)