What I must do

I ache for you in intervals

too narrow not to mention.

Goodbye is a void through

which I still and ever will pass.

There is no satisfying

what is essentially finite.

My feelings will outlast

my frame’s momentum,

such is love and such are we.

I’ll never stop hating

the humanity that judged me

underwhelming, the humanity

that rapes and ostracizes

whomever it deems


Your promises have

the taste of almond

and of them I have eaten dutifully.

My demise can only be

undertaken never achieved.

For as long as I breathe

I have no recourse but to fight

and to love because

that is just what I must do.