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 BOWYERIf we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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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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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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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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I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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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 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.
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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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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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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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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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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