also by rupi kaurmilk and honey
the sun and her flowerscopyright © 2017 by Rupi Kaur. All rights reserved. No part ofthis book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writtenpermission except in the case of reprints in the context of reviews.Andrews McMeel Publishinga division of Andrews McMeel Universal1130 Walnut Street, Kansas City, Missouri 64106ISBN: 978-1-4494-8889-5Library of Congress Control Number: 2017948761Illustrations and design by Rupi KaurATTENTION: SCHOOLS AND BUSINESSESAndrews McMeel books are available at quantity discounts with bulk purchase foreducational, business, or sales promotional use. For information, please e-mail theAndrews McMeel Publishing Special Sales Department:[email protected]
to my makerskamaljit kaur and suchet singhi am. because of you.i hope you look at usand thinkyour sacrifices were worth itto my stunning sisters and brotherprabhdeep kaurkirandeep kaursaaheb singhwe are in this togetheryou define love.
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bees came for honeyflowers giggled as theyundressed themselvesfor the takingthe sun smiled-the second birth
on the last day of lovemy heart cracked inside my body
i spent the entire nightcasting spells to bring you back
i reached for the last bouquet of flowersyou gave menow wilting in their vaseonebyonei popped their heads offand ate them
i stuffed a towel at the foot of every doorleavei told the airi have no use for youi drew every curtain in the housegoi told the lightno one is coming inand no one is going out-cemetery
you leftand i wanted you stillyet i deserved someonewho was willing to stay
i spend days in bed debilitated by lossi attempt to cry you backbut the water is doneand still you have not returnedi pinch my belly till it bleedshave lost count of the dayssun becomes moon andmoon becomes sun andi become ghosta dozen different thoughtstear through me each secondyou must be on your wayperhaps it’s best if you’re noti am okaynoi am angryyesi hate youmaybei can’t move oni willi forgive youi want to rip my hair outover and over and over againtill my mind exhausts itself into a silence
yesterdaythe rain tried to imitate my handsby running down your bodyi ripped the sky apart for allowing it-jealousy
in order to fall asleepi have to imagine your bodycrooked behind minespoon ladled into spoontill i can hear your breathi have to recite your nametill you answer andwe have a conversationonly thencan my minddrift off to sleep-pretend
it isn’t what we left behindthat breaks meit’s what we could’ve builthad we stayed
i can still see our construction hats lyingexactly where we left thempylons unsure of what to guardbulldozers gazing out for our returnthe planks of wood stiff in their boxesyearning to be nailed upbut neither of us goes backto tell them it is overin timethe bricks will grow tired of waiting and crumble
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