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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.

Maggie Bowyer

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
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 was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Agony Air Pain Scream Stab Time
There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Moments Myself Recover Stole Yourself
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
Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fist Hurt Missing Word Yourself
The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Finding Loss Lost Soul
Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Pain Relationship
What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Assassination Fire Friendship Hurt Pain Violence
I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Loss Lost Myself Yourself
Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Away Day Shower Wash Yourself
My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Acceptance Dry Life Miss Yourself Well
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

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

Again Poetry Speak
Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Bloom Body Bury One Liner Self Love

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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