The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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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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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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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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I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
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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’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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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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It 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.
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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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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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