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somewhere in between
falling asleep to acoustic chord progressions
and waking up to Jason Mraz under your covers,
I fell in love with the idea of optimism

danced my way to menial chores
and sang until my throat was raw with positivity;
not caring if the rest of the world's ears
bleed at my voice (and did they ever)

because I have found divine guidance
in the way your pupils contract around my soul

bubbly?

my life has always been
a three-power-chord progression

which makes me wonder
why God keeps putting my simplicity
in the way of your arpeggios

but I will bend your notes
so I can reach the sound hope makes
when it fingerpicks its way to freedom

and meanwhile I will content myself to be
a small-scale minor interlude
'til you see me solo like Hendrix

because darlin'
I am finally regaining my faith
and my muscle memory