I love this poem. I love the honest vilnerability. This is not a fear that the love shared somehow fails to be genuine, but that there is honestly someone better than you out there.

by Lenord Cohen

“I heard of a man

who says words so beautifully

that if only je soeaks their name

women give themselves to him.”

If I am dumb beaide your body

while the silence blossoms like tumours on our lips

it is because I hear a man climb the stairs

and cleae bis throar outside the door.”

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