[untitled]

 Luck:

 

Was the day,

The day I walked away,

It's a year past on the last day of December,

And how I used to feel I can no longer remember,

 

Happiness:

 

Was the day,

The day I realized there was nothing more to say,

When I found him and realized so very much,

To your heart I never had a foothold or even a clutch,

 

Dreams:

 

Are the night,

When there's naught left to fight,

Where you are torturing in pain,

Begging, your pleas are in vain,

 

Jealousy:

 

Are the past,

When I was afraid we'd never last,

Now I look back and I laugh,

No one else would ever have you, how could I have been so daft?

 

Sadness:

 

Are the days,

The days of enduring your cruel ways,

I'll never again feel your cruelty inside,

Those days I will never again have to abide,

 

Anger:

 

Are the days,

The days of the present, where I haven't a say,

I hate you,

Every single part of you through and through,

 

Hatred,

 

Are the days of now,

I look upon you and the taste in my mouth is foul,

I really and truly wish you would just die,

Then I could forget how you hated, you betrayed, and you lied.

 

 

Reviews

[Eternally Elemental]

Another rhyme, following an emotional calendar. Love is pain. The many faces and versions of emotional attachment, or simply put, an infatuation.
A good, different write. It shows you try different things and play with many ideas. I for one, find it hard to create new structures. You seem to have no problem. Original and with wonderful language that flows of the tongue. Like live speech!

(Untitled? I would call it '7 Days'. Just a suggestion)

Great write. A natural with words :D

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love the different fragments of feelings and the recurring narrative revealed.