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unplugged
her fingernails chip when she plays guitar
sacrificing beauty for something that sings—
a trade not everyone would consider,
not even once, not even a sliver of themselves
and somehow,
that tiny gesture,
that quiet unraveling at the edge of her hands
gives me reason to believe
there’s always someone softer, than i could imagine
I let go of someone
who held me like a weapon
and now, in passing,
there’s someone I’ve never touched
whose presence sharpens me—
not in pain, but in clarity
being near her
makes the quiet parts of me louder
makes me question
why I ever thought I deserved less
she doesn’t ask for anything
and still, she reminds me
just because you know the route
doesn't mean it's the only path
Copyright ©
Shay Storey
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