The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou’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.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
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These 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.
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My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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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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I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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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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I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
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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 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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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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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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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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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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