Is It Goodbye

I remember sitting here and writing poems of my love in your absence, when you were dead to me I cried, and thought I felt true anger, resignation, grief, but I threw down the moon for you and grit my teeth, didn't care for the rock just the want, want, wanted to please you, I teased you, teased me, thought everything out of acceptance is love, but knew nothing, its not the first time, I fought a losing battle, had it out with the Irish girl who knocked my tongue out my mouth, kissed it and bit it off with silence, I lost it, and now too my quiet battle with madness ends the sanity of two wrongs making right, decisions are difficult in the midst of self-destruction, anything goes, perhaps even "Goodbye".