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Jonine Garcia Jun 2014
Maybe the “us, back together” will always remain a mere product of mental invention, and our memories remain a history. Maybe we’re just a lesson and an experience of the past, and the piece of you that I held for so long, is a fragment of my heart. The taste of your lips, the smell of your skin and breath are just stains living on my veins. The warmth of your touch and body on mine and your breath on my neck are slumbering underneath of my bed where I could only search them, and the only way to hear you, is to listen to the sound of your voice reverberating in my head. Maybe the “our existence” is now just an old image of four seasons, most especially, the raining season, where we have so many memories that couldn’t replace with anything. Maybe I need to stop breathing you, because there’s nothing I could breathe in, instead of the painful repetition that suffocating me, but I knew I couldn’t breathe you out, however, maybe I need the “us back together” to sleep forever with the anticipation of them not waking up. Maybe “us” is really now just behind the present, and probably, has no existence in the future like a history never repeats itself. Maybe I’m the one who needs to wake up and not the “us, back together” because it is just a figment of my imagination.
sad but truth
(c) joninegarcia
Jonine Garcia May 2014
you call me beautiful,

as if it was my name

your eyes smile as if 

that word defines me.

as if every time your

eyes will meet mine — 

I am the epitome of beauty.

I only knew you a short time, 

but you were the first person 

who ever placated the voices

inside my head, screaming

how imperfect i am.

I never wanted to believe

but for the first time

this word has an effect

to beat them down.

Your hold onto my head,

the smile on your face,

the perfection of the way

how you look at me

and how the word ‘beautiful’

fall over your lips 
and
into my ears 
are just so perfect.

I want them.
 I want them to stay
this is how you call me made me feel
Jonine Garcia May 2014
I have something
to tell you important
No one really cares
about the thoughts
going through your head.
No one really cares
whatever you’re doing
at night whether you
break down and cry or
dance in the stage of happiness
Whether your eyes
hide and keep millions
real emotions inside you
They really don’t.
But I have a good news
Jesus is exempted among
those people who only seem
to understand but never care.
Know him. Study his words. Learn every word. Understand every thought. Believe in him. Accept him. Let Him in and you will Know that I'm not wrong.
Jonine Garcia May 2014
You should go and leave,
when his words started
to leave you wounds
instead of butterflies.
When his hands started
to show violence and
leave you bruises
instead of comfort and care
When your ears started
to hear lies instead of truth.
When the tears in your eyes
are products of the pain you feel
instead of laughter and joy.
When your mind started
to ruin by doubts and worries
instead of sweet thoughts
when it’s already filled with
bad and painful memories
instead of happy and memorable ones
When your heart started
to be replete with anger and pain,
instead of happiness and love.
j.g
Jonine Garcia Apr 2014
I've been too scared to tread outside the world without you. I’m covered of fears that if I lose my grip on you, I’ll get lost in the dark amid of the world. I fear the night sleeping in the emptiness with blankets of loneliness.  I   fear the invasion of warning breath. I fear the attack of unwelcome hopeless thoughts and washed this away my peace of mind. I fear being stalked by all of our memories. I fear these fears will reside in me forever. I fear if I lose you, I’ll be the kind of girl who trapped from being broken.

And you know this, you know all these fears, but out of my expectation and faith to you, you let go of my hand. You removed the grip of my hand. You let me fall abyss of the ravine I will fall into. You heard me scream. You heard me cry, but you turned your back on me. I’ve tried to save myself, together with my trust on you. I still hold the trust within me, hoping for a salvation, bu you were gone. If only I know I’m an inch from the edge, I should have saved myself. If only I know how insubstantial the only one I’m holding on for too long, I should have known that I’m already in the world I fear.
-J.G
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
I won’t let just anybody get in. I won’t let many people walk through my life then eventually drop me after done breaking my heart. I won’t let just anybody crash my heart and my whole being after I gave them the trust that for billions of people is a precious gift. I won’t let them know every single detail on my skin, if one day I know they're meant to leave me like there’s nothing happens. That after they get what they want for me -- treat me like I am now nothing. I won’t let anybody use me, for those temporary pleasures and leave me like a kid who left their toys after they grew up. I won't let just become their past. I don’t want to become just an old story, that I once became their girl who trusted them and loved them. That I once became a part of their story, but ended up in a heartbreaking, because of many foolish reasons. I didn't wish to be like a broken road filled with dust, stains, and prints of people’s shoes who are walking along on me and marks of car wheels as they roll over me. I won’t let that happen to me. I care for my heart and value my whole being, to let somebody steal it to just break and tear it apart. I want to prepare my heart and dedicate it to someone who really worth it. I believe that my heart is a diamond it deserves to be kept and valued, because it will break, shatter, and be demolished at the slightest of hands.

If I had to learn by letting too many people come into my life to get my lesson, it’s not my way of learning. I don’t need to break my heart and **** myself many times to learn in life. To grow up. I will grow up, if I let myself grow through the experiences I had. I don’t need to be killed and crashed by many people who once I’ve trusted. My heart doesn’t deserve to cry every single night, because someone is again made it fall in love and then again, need to drop it out. My heart doesn’t deserve to be broken after of trusting someone so much.  My heart doesn’t need to be restless. It doesn't need people who will easily give her up, when time is up. My heart doesn’t need to meet many living, who will just cut her into shreds. If someone truly wants to win her, then make them worth it. Because my heart is the most precious gift I had, to the person who God meant for me. What I need is someone who will also take my heart as a diamond that I might not be the prettiest girl in this world, but will truly do anything to win it. And when he finally won it, he will take care of it more than as an expensive gift from a very special someone, and no man wants to steal it from him. I won't let just anybody get in, except to a man who will always win my heart like a diamond with a priceless value.
(j.g)
Jonine Garcia Mar 2014
how can a girl's beauty
be not visible in her own eyes
tell me
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