I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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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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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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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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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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 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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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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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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I’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.
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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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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.
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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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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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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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