“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.”

And the flower I pick is you to throw you in water and watch you re-root.

Oh baby you are what they always told me about.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

She showed me that real love does not hurt, it heals.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Your love has rebirthed me.

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.

I have far more confidence in the one man who works mentally and bodily at a matter than in the six who merely talk about it.

Mentally, I have to get my body and mind in the right place before I start the routine, but once into the zone, it’s like I turn on a switch. I envision myself doing the same thing for the Olympic Games.

I propose to distinguish these bodies by calling those anions which go to the anode of the decomposing body; and those passing to the cathode, cations; and when I have occasion to speak of these together, I shall call them ions.

You touch me and my bones tremble.

I fought, I fought harder, but one cell at a time, panic crept into my body, taking me over.

I wanted to get really fit. I wanted to lose some weight. So I’ve been doing Pilates and yoga, trying to lean out my body so I won’t be bulky.

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.