“My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.”

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

I could hear my heartbreak. And instead of screaming, I listened.

I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

You were never good at words. So I tried to learn silence.

This heaviness is too much for one soul.

I believe one of the most dangerous things in the world is living.

Despite the lack of colors, she was a work of art.

It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

The saddest song you’ll ever know is the one my heart plays for you.

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.

It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.

We communicate all the time, even when we don’t realize it. Be aware of body language.

My happy thoughts help create my healthy body.

Be happy in your body. It’s the only one you’ve got, so you might as well like it.

To change the printout of the body, you must learn to rewrite the software of the mind.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

I am willing to learn how to take good care of my body.

Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.