I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
MAGGIE BOWYERI screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
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You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths I had tried to deny all my life. You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words I never meant anyone to read.
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I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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It has been years now and you still remain, blood stains splattered across my brain. Its not that you were the first woman that I loved, you were the first person I memorized properly.
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I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
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I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
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I know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.
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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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You were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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