“My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.”

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.

My body has forgotten what my own warmth feels like and the ice on my skin has frost bitten all those who have tried to hold me.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

Your biography becomes your biology. This biography includes the totality of your choices, the things you feed your body – you thoughts, your actions, your food – the thing you feed your life.

I do cardio. I run. I strength-train using my own body weight. I don’t like free weights, because I build muscle easily.

When a mother asks for a second child her body forgets the pain of the first. When I give you a second chance my heart is being forgetful.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

Love should be the silver thread that runs through all your conduct.

I think women’s bodies are a battleground and photography is partly to blame. Our society is so photographic now, it becomes more difficult to see all of those different varieties of shape.