Milk and Honey

by Rupi Kaur

how do you turn a forest fire like me so soft i turn into running water

if 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

i would not be the empire i am today if you had stayed.

soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away

your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is