Not enough
Or was it too much?
Or maybe nothing
And then again
I will never again
Begin to love you
Half-Heartedly
So far from me
I cannot stand the sight
Of half of a fight
But rather all night
Fighting in the void
My head, annoyed
Once said, destroyed
All in space
Is my face
I can see my place
My palace
My malice
My unconditional-
universal-yet-unintentional-
Reversal of ways
The pain that stays
Is the one true truth
And not in youth
Will I ever
Forget forever
Because it doesn't matter
And this ******* doesn't flatter
This ****** poem
Or me as the Mad-Hatter
I wish
Or do I
Admonish
The why
The question
The reason
The lesion
It leaves when
It agrees, then
Bereaves  men
Who grieve because