Have 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 BOWYERMy wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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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 am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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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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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 was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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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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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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On 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.
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These 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.
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There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
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If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.
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