‘I Can’t Tell If It’s Healing Or Destroying Me’: Rupi Kaur’s Feminist Poetry
Wow... really? Wasn't it you who failed to come to the airport? Wasn't it you who wanted one more week? Two more weeks for chef? And then it was too impossible. You have fucked up excuses for being abusive and they no longer have any weight. If you're going to continue making up BULLSHIT stories of things YOU have thought up that AREN'T real, I'll be done with our pinterest communication even because I have promised myself that I will not allow you to create NEW hurts.