i always
get myself
into this mess
i always let him
tell me i am beautiful
and half believe it
i always jump thinking
he will catch me
at the fall
i am hopelessly
a lover and
a dreamer and
that will be the
death of me
-Rupi Kaur
This is my second addition to my favourite poems from Milk and Honey, they are only in chronological order from the book and not in order of my preference.
