Being alone is not as terrifying as it might feel like at first. You might have been searching for someone to share all of your stories. People might think you are different and that's because you are. It's hard for you to make friends. And since you have been alone all along, you do not feel the need to have any now. You often stare at the sky and find the emptiness within. You realise amongst everything that has gone wrong for you.. this moment just turns out to be perfect after a long day. Clear sky with a few stars starting to appear as the evening closes in. A jet left its trail dividing the sky in half and disappearing into the clouds with a clear border. The remains of the day trying to make its dying mark through its faint sunset being obscured gently by the clouds. And even if its for a brief moment, you realise this calmness and bliss within. Wishing in vain for it not to end.
Mahina is the moon deity of Hawaii
Mahina means weak in Tagalog
Both of them actually works well as a title, I don't know is this is just a coincidence or intended.
Mahina in Tagalog/Filipino means weak...
I guess it could work, this song makes me you feel weak like how you first met the person you knew you were in love with, feeling totally vulnerable...
But somehow ok with it...
I Shift ever so slightly,
to see the elegantly adorned facade.
My eyes widen with awe,
as I am perplexed outside the newly polished gates of heartbreak.
Aware of the dangers within,
I whisk myself inside,
again to realize my biggest mistake.
Passion knows no bounds,
but neither does animosity.
And so they twirl along side each other.
Different as night and day,
never to touch,
but never to fade from ones ever gravitational pull,
until my carefully constructed facade has collapsed
under the familiar weight of animosity.
I rest my worn body in the calming shores of his eyes,
as the sharks of vulnerability patiently wait,
until my mind has sunken under the shallow tide of awareness,
and so I lay.
Unaware of the warmth I have been starved of for so long,
I desperately embrace his flames of emotion.
No matter how much of me was consumed by the blaze,
I, still did not care of the burns that passion had
so carelessly licked upon me.
My care was only on the scars,
that my dearest friend loneliness tenderly kisses,
as the rain of awareness is washed upon my skin,
smothering the flames of passion once more.
Once again, I open my tightly shut eyes to the ugly truth,
that is beautifully hidden inside the gates of heartbreak.
I hope you guys enjoyed my poem