The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYERThese words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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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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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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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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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 was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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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’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
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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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If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
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I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
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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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