So many people
Hate me
The fallen, the foes, the free
Love they have
But not for me
It’s my power they seek
Alas
Is there anyone who wants
Me?
All of me
Every stupid blog post
Every WebArchive-d offense
Every defensive sublime
Every lost dream and broken heart
Every art and every seam
Of my life’s broken tapestry
For if you love me
Why do you say we’re done
before we have even begun?
Edmund Wilson 