When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
MAGGIE BOWYERWhen you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
MAGGIE BOWYERIs this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYERI want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYERIt 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.
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.
MAGGIE BOWYERThese 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.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’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.
MAGGIE BOWYERI was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYERDecember sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
MAGGIE BOWYERTwo showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
MAGGIE BOWYERI screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
MAGGIE BOWYER