I 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’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.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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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.
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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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I’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.
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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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December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
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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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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 knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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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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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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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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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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