With you, intimacy colours my voice.even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?

You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave then let him leave. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same

[…] but she cannot make him eat, like you.