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Maggie Bowyer

The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
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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Break Up God Hurt Memories Picture Scream
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
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 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
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 BOWYER

Poison Problem relief Starve Yourself
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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Bone Cold Cover December Friendship Snow
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
The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Thank You Yourself
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Alive Dirt Earth Honey Hurt Lips Pain
Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Away Day Shower Wash Yourself
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 BOWYER

Change Choose Growth Her Relationship
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Energy Grace Home
My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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Acceptance Dry Life Miss Yourself Well
There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
MAGGIE BOWYER

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