I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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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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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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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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I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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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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The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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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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I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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You’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.
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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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