What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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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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 are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
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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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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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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’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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I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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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 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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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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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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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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