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I seem to be your new favorite novel.
One that keeps you up at night,
turning my pages.
Fingers lingering on me so you don’t lose your place.
In her first collection of poetry, Lili Reinhart explores the euphoric beginnings of young love, battling anxiety and depression in the face of fame, and the inevitable heartbreak
that stems from passion.
Relatable yet deeply intimate, provocative yet comforting, bite-size yet profound, these beautiful poems are about growing
up, falling down, and getting back up again. They capture what it feels like to be a young woman in today’s image-obsessed world with Lili’s trademark honesty, optimism, and unique perspective.
Accompanied by striking and evocative illustrations, the poems in Swimming Lessons reveal the depths of female experience, and are the work of a storyteller who is coming into her own.
256 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2020

"It's been a while since I've had aThis first line hits a chord with me immediately. It’s simple, but it’s something that a lot of people can relate to. She’s explained a feeling that is hard to explain - wanting to have a moment to miss someone and cry. To feel sad. But then she ruins it with this next line:
moment to miss you,
and to cry"
"This warm, summer breezeThis has to be a joke. Is this a joke, Lili?
on my balcony makes me think of
Cape Cod,
and your floral swimsuits.
How you never wore sunscreen but
always told us we had to."

"Take care of the people you loveAw, I’m so sorry, Lili. I’m so sorry you’re famous and that people look up to you and adore you. That’s actually so terrible that you have a big and beautiful house and so many fans but they don't really know you. 😢😢😢😢
without expecting
a reward
for being a giving and
caring person.
Otherwise you will end
up being in your big,
beautiful house
alone.
Unknowingly homeless."



I want you
in every shade
that you come in.
All the good
and all the bad.
how can it be love
if you don’t fear
the loss of them.
You couldn’t have fathomed an end
when you were with them,
and now you can’t imagine a world
in which they’re still there.
Our forevers are so fleeting
they almost mean nothing
The sound outside aligned me with
a former version of myself.
And I suddenly felt the gravity
of my being.
These poetry books at the
library sit there like
pretentious little fucks