I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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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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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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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 not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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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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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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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 should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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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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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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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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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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