There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
MAGGIE BOWYERI 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.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYERThese words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
MAGGIE BOWYERIt 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.
MAGGIE BOWYERI hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
MAGGIE BOWYERI am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
MAGGIE BOWYEROn my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYERDon’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
MAGGIE BOWYERI 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.
MAGGIE BOWYERBe proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou’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.
MAGGIE BOWYERSpeak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
MAGGIE BOWYER