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Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
There would be those nights
when I will still think of you.
Hours where my mind occupied
by the thoughts of you,
when I took a glimpse in the past, I had with you.

There would be those times,
I’ll just smile and remember
how I’ve become silly and stupid.
How wonderful it is to take a look back
some part of myself in the past
that no longer exist anymore.

I’ll travel back in time
when the old you and I still stay,
when my mind still filled with thoughts of life
and dreams with you.
I will be looking back from the nights
I cried and see myself how happy I am today.

There would be those nights
I will still remember you
not because you still mattered to me,
but because it’s nice to look behind my back,
and see how I’ve changed
by cause of the person
who once became part of your life.
midnight thoughts
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
Stop asking who’s much better.
There are always much better
than to me, to him, to her,
to anyone else -- even to you.
Deal with it.
People are different;
they will never be the same.
comparing ****** me off
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
just like some of you,
I was born insecure.
Born flawed.
Born covered of unaccepted imperfections.
but hey,
there’s a good news
I was born where life is a series of choices
and i’ve given a choice
to love my own skin, my own self.
I have a choice to accept what i am
and be not like someone else.

*- j.a.g
love yourself. :)
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
It’s hard to win yourself back
from someone you loved so much
that you couldn’t live without.
It’s hard to get yourself back
from who it was back then
the moment it’s still innocent
from feeling the pain of a broken heart.
It’s difficult to convince yourself to go back
from being the old happy person she was
where she hasn’t depend on somebody else yet
to make her turn that way.
It’s hard to win yourself back
from someone whom you gave it to,
even if he’d already dropped and abandoned it.
j.a.g
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
i fear that one day
the word goodbye
will rest permanently on my lips,
until the pain of this word comes along
when i look back and
i could never say hello again.
goodbye kills

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