Those are the pages I wrote yesterday,
the language left on your skin.
the ink with all the intention
to leave what I am with you.
Little by little
my idleness took over.
When I look you are no longer here
and I stayed until the end.
And I thought I was so special
How naive, my awkwardness.
And I felt I was so essential
How naive, my shame
You forgot me,
As for my part, how mediocre.
I love to hear you talk
What an elegance to make you feel bad
I just want you today to want
me to show you who I am.
And little by little
my hatred took over.
You did not want something more
and I stayed until the end.
And I thought I was so special
How naive, my awkwardness.
And I felt I was so essential
How naive, my shame
You forgot me,
As for my part, how mediocre.