“Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.”

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

I want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.

If nothing else you have inspired me to write beautiful poetry if nothing else I bring words to the table with me.

Loneliness has taught me more things about myself than love ever has.

I love you I’m just trying not to wear my heart on my text messages.

We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.

We live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.

Writing spiteful poetry in a chapel I realized I have to love you no matter what you do.

I do not want my worth to be centered in men with fangs for teeth I do not deserve to be degraded in a leather seat my worth is powerful you will never take that away from me.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?

I fought my way through plastic men the woman in me learned how to show her teeth no matter how fucking unladylike they say it makes me.

I imagine poetry to be a living entity in me.

It may have been mad love but at least it made me taste something even if it was blood.

I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.

I wish I could drink my troubles away but I can’t even do that right.

Why do you call me only so you can control me god I know you are lying but remorse sounds so good in your throat?

Philosophy excludes the doctrine of angels, and all such things as are thought to be neither bodies nor properties of bodies.

Make love to this body like you always have.

Every part of the universe is ‘body’ and that which is not ‘body’ is no part of the universe, and because the universe is all, that which is no part of it is nothing, and consequently nowhere.

The moment will come when the feelings in your heart get so heavy that even your body is exhausted.

You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.

Let me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.

Am I so tied to a body and senses that I am incapable of existing without them?

Sleep is the single most effective thing we can do to reset our brain and body health each other.