“Our body is our home and how I saw you treat your home I should have known that’s how you would treat my body.”

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

And now you are the butterfly finally free.

To the girl I was, you taught me to never let another tell you how you should be loved.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Your love is sirens loud and coming to save me.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

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.

I don’t have a problem with my body. I’m not just going to strip off all my clothing, but if the part calls for it and I don’t think there’s any way round, I’m absolutely fine.

Everyone is saying that I’m retiring, but I want to solemnly declare, that I don’t want to retire, I just want to do things a bit less dangerous to my body, less dangerous action.

It must not content us to take our bodies to church if we leave our hearts at home.

An ‘I’ without a body is a possibility. But a body without an ‘I’ is utterly impossible.