Those are the pages I wrote yesterday,
the language I left on your skin.
That was the ink with all the intention
to leave what I am with you.
Little by little
he won over my free time.
When I see you are no longer here
and I stayed until the end.
And I thought myself so special
How open-hearted, my clumsiness.
And I felt I was so essential
How open-hearted, my shame
You forgot me,
For my part, how mediocre.
I love to hear you talk
How elegantly you make yourself feel bad
But I just want you to want for today
Me to show you what I am.
And little by little
He won my hatred.
You did not want more and I stayed until the end.
And I thought myself so special
How open-hearted, my clumsiness.
And I felt I was so essential
How open-hearted, my shame
You forgot me,
For my part, how mediocre.