Sage Antonia

I cried in countless bottles of wine
in an effort to find an answer that would help me fix you
I broke the glasses to mimic the person you made me become
I buried the pieces in the yard
in order symbolize the mourning of the person I was before you

I seek a love that always is there after a long day, that never comes too soon or too late. A love that doesn’t have to be lost to feel appreciated. A love that gives a sense of security in such a crazy world. 

Thank you for showing me firsthand that good people still exist.

It hurt so much to love you. It hurts more to attempt to convince myself I never did at all.

I was made to understand, not to be understood. Some people are doomed with that existence.

We mistake platonic soulmates and the love we feel for another person with the idea that we found a missing piece to a puzzle that never existed. 

I have hindered my growth because I was waiting for you to catch up to the same page; I limited myself by desperately clinging onto who I was in the beginning, in hopes that we would end up together in the plot.

Aries: It’s time to stop trying to fit the mold of who you once were, because you’ve turned into something much more beautiful. 

The colorful leaves on the trees are wilting, and your eyes are cold and emotionless.

People often talk about the holidays being the most wonderful time of the year, but people rarely discuss how difficult they can become when you’re grieving.

Hate is created. 

I hope in these coming days, you nourish yourself.