Goodbye december, save a place in the moon

What hurts the most is the
play that reminds us of
our irrationality
of december:
where the heroes leave
and nullify what
could've been a
spectacular conclusion.
december; december.
Farewell our december -
My december.

What hurts now is the
sky turning bright,
making the moon of
december fade;
Making the play deviate
from what it's suppossed
to portray;
making december, December.
Goodbye december.

What is numbing me all the time
is my character feeling void of
irrationality for the damsel.
A profound nothingness to chase, to dream,
to plot -
making december stay.

All is about december
but everyone's lack of
understanding - your lack
of irrationality -
makes december the truth -
My truth.