The heartbreak and Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen sings waiting for the miracle

while I get a message

and my life gets broken

she says that she can’t fathom

knowing me and my foibles henceforth

the words war was my subconscious fallacy

I could not convey

that it was a different me

sitting in a lonely corner

of a heated parapet

while I said something

to terrify her trajectory, with me

and Cohen sings,

You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe

I didn’t have to say

What I said the other day

I didn’t have to measure up

my words to say something I did

all I did was trying to play safe

and I ended up hurting my space

I was some actor on a play

where the audience dreamt of a lost plot

The message was clear from her side

I am the bedrock of her hate

and I deserve the fate

of surreal accusations,

and the desolate acceptances

I don’t deserve her in the

notion of my life

which has more half-truths than fantasies

while I hear Cohen now

his sad verse cannot say or feel

what I feel, at this moment

I feel like letting go

She is not coming back

It is like that I am sitting by the ocean

that has suddenly turned silent

from a comic book

that I created in my childhood

the colours have all merged

into this truth

You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe

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