December has been my hardest month.

And still, ten days remain.

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i miss you.

but i can’t afford to.

it will cost me my life

or whatever’s left of it

(if you can but shield me from the pain

if you can but protect the US that isn’t)

but you won’t.

so i can’t.

but i still will.

in secret.

i miss you.

In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.

I've chosen the silent one

because I'm afraid of being discovered as I am.

but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat

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Apparently November is not my month. Terrible, terrible luck (and realizations).

The worst part is that almost all the things have happened because of my stupidity.

Nietzsche, in his seventy-five aphorisms said,
"In parting:
Not how one soul comes close to another but how it moves away shows me their kinship and how much they belong together."

(banging my fists on the ground).

my geometry teacher
he's telling me there's
no negative distance
and no negative space
then what's the
space between us
and why am I returning
to where I
was?