I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYERI knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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 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 screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYERI know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.
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 BOWYERThere was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
MAGGIE BOWYERI 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.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYERMy wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
MAGGIE BOWYERHave 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.
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 BOWYER