The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’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.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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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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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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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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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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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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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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Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
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I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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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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There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
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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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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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