Just Another Feeling, Just Another Day

Fear.
Fear is that feeling you get when
you know that the bogeyman is hiding beneath your bed.
That feeling when your mother
leaves you behind in the shopping mall when you’re five.
That feeling someone you love
is about to go away and carry
a piece of your heart with him.

Lust.
Lust is never pure,
never true,
never sacred,
never love.
Lust is
never equated with love.
What I felt for you—never lust.

Hope.
Hope is what little girls who
believe in fairytales feel.
Hope is the feeling of ecstasy you get
when you feel like you’re flying high, flying free in the world.
Hope is
the binary opposite of hopelessness—without it, there is no hope.

Envy.
When I watch you with your mother,
when I cried to be you, just for a day.
When I sink down the horizon with the sun,
and envy the sun for it’ll rise up for yet another day.
There is never another day for me,
without fear, hope, lust, envy. Me, forever envious of you.