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.
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 BOWYERI was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYERHave I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
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 BOWYERThe very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYERI want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYERIf we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
MAGGIE BOWYERI want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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 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 BOWYERI should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYERBe proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYER