You Lost Me Forever - Morgan Luna

 

You kept the house, I kept the size Both of us knew without one need You wore your pride just like good clothing How will the cracks you couldn't see? I gave your days without demanding I gave your truth without a stage You gave me words that sounded tender And turned your eyes and changed the pace

 

You lost me forever

 

Not in a screen, not in a fight You lost me slowly One cry wound at a time You lost me forever Long before I said goodbye Love didn't leave in a moment You left by losing its light There was no storm to blame the ending No shattered glass, no slamming doors Just little ways you stopped my breathing While saying everything was yours I learned to speak and load volume To make myself fit into less Until one day I heard it clearly Peace shouldn't feel like loneliness

 

You lost me forever

 

Not when I walked away when I stayed. You lost me try To love me only halfway You lost me forever When I forgot my own name And I won't call that devotion You falling left me was pain Now the rules sounds different at night Not better just finding my I let the window face the morning I let my heart be choose the time And if you reach for what is missing Don't dress it up as destiny Some things don't break They just go empty That's what you made of you and me

 

I won't curse you for your blindness I won't beg you to recall But there are losses made in daylight That still allowed to last them all You lost me forever And that's the trueest thing I know Not every day Need a better kind of call You lost me forever And that's the trueest thing I know Not every day

 

Need a better kind of call You lost me forever And I don't need to make it cool It's just the price of being careless With a heart that once chose you

 

You didn't break me You just lost me

J'ai besoin de t'oublier - Chloé Martin

 

De l'air et fleurs n'encoure comme un secret de mon meurtre. Glisse sur le Rio ou le rêve croise la mémoire. Le balancier de Noël, hanches. Marque, un temps coulant, invente ? Ni devant juste ce souffle qui se pend. Je. Dors, ce mot-nombre parisienne. Dans cette nuit à gentil. Chaque silence pour plus fort. Que les mots qu'on a tu. Qu'ils ont temps. Les femmes et les lilas et ta badé café. Je veux faire en allés yeux. Soudain, nous sommes Doris dans la Sée. Le monde s'efface en arrière. Comme un film muet en noir. Seuls nos corps écrivent une histoire sans décor. Mon ombre parisienne. Dans cette néarque gentil. Chaque silence brûle le plus fort. Que les mots qu'on a tu. Si longtemps. Comme un tendant oublier mes jamais ce. Mon ombre pâle. Dans ce nuage gentil. Plus. Que les mots qu'on a du. Temps.