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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.

Maggie Bowyer

Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Again Poetry Speak
I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Break Up End Fall Long Love Meant Relationship
I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Carve Inside Pain Rusty
The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Thank You Yourself
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Cruel Happy Peace Petty Queen Relationship Release
The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Revolution Survive World Yourself
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 BOWYER

Cry Evening Night Right Scream Shiver
The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Hurt Pain Reverberate Yourself
Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Away Day Shower Wash Yourself
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Friend Life Relationship Truth Word Yourself
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Break Up God Hurt Memories Picture Scream
I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
MAGGIE BOWYER

Calculation Emotions Equation
There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Moments Myself Recover Stole Yourself
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Energy Grace Home
There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Away Call Pretend Yourself

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