There's just simply. An Oxymoronic Nature
.  To the goodbye.
Most Especially when you leave me so.
(Deer-In-The-Headlight)ed.
A Mime in the Head.  Lighted:
  So blind that I find myself.
On the darkside of the moon-
basking in the Earthlight, and missing
  my arms from the last time we held tight.
  my arms from the last time I held
Tight- to the trivialities and arbitrarity of mock love.
Mock, in terms of an unconsensual feeling perhaps.
A ... Hypothetical.
  . But fully knowing of
The Heart-Attacker Heart-Breaker.  Murder Weapon.
  . But fully knowing of
The Goodbye.  And the space that lies in between the two.
The void and emptiness that falls within the extremes. and
The lack of compromise within. 
  The Deer that hits the winshield.  It's Death rewarded with
The Most Beautiful Sight of It's Life.  Screaming-
Goodbye my love...
Goodbye my love...
Goodbye my love...

Goodlove.  Goodbye.
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