I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
MAGGIE BOWYERIs this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
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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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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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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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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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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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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 stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
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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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My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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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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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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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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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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