Everything hurts,
\npleasure and pain.
\nPleasure more,
\nbecause you’re not.
\nFrom my first breath,
\nhope meant you.
\nNow it’s just
\nruthless awakenings.
\nPain’s easier.
\nAlready there.
\nBut not about me.
\nNot about me.
\nTo express
\nthe ineffable:
\nIt’s not about me.
\nHope’s not a state.
\nIt’s a mortal.
\nYou here, I,
\na fool,
\nthought:
\nIt’s about me.
\nNow I know it’s not,
\nnever was,
\nnor could have been
\nabout me.
\nNor would I ever
\nhave wished it
\notherwise.
\nWishing I only now understand,
\nnow it’s become unfulfillable,
\nbecause not about me.
\nThe cats,
\nwho so miss you, as I do,
\nknew all along,
\nand know it still,
\nthat it was not about me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everything hurts, pleasure and pain. Pleasure more, because you’re not. From my first breath, hope meant you. Now it’s just ruthless awakenings. Pain’s easier. Already there. But not about me. Not about me. To express the ineffable: It’s not about me. Hope’s not a state. It’s a mortal. You here, I, a fool, thought: It’s … <\/p>\n