I started reading Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur and I’m getting goosebumps. I love every single poem and during the next few weeks, I’ll extract the ones I liked the most and tell you why I chose them.
the one who arrives after you
will remind me love is
supposed to be soft
he will taste
like the poetry
i wish i could write
This is a story about a break-up. She is talking to her ex, telling him that she can do better and there will be someone who can “remind [her] love is supposed to be soft”. As opposed to what? Hard edges? Long silences? Violence and fists? Her previous relationship sounds rough, the love long gone, otherwise she wouldn’t have to remember it.
The last stanza gave me the shivers. Upon kissing the new love, she will be able to taste hope, something better, a goodness, a thrill, a bit of success. The hope is counter-balanced by a heavy feeling of being inadequate and saddened by the inability to reach one’s wanted success. Just because you can see it, doesn’t mean you can “be” it.
As everything, all the good things are in the future. A new love, less hurt, more poetry.