I Saw Your Story

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I saw your story, not yours, hers.
 + faint fingerpick arpeggio → city hum)

One a.m. scroll, blue light on my face,
he’s at Luca’s again—same corner place.
She’s in a red slip dress, arm tucked in his,
laughing like she’s known his silence.
Her hair’s down the way I used to wear,
strawberry gloss, no sign she’s scared.
Did he tell her how he ghosts at the worst time?
Or that he picks fights just to feel fine?

Pad swells beneath, heart starts to race

I don’t miss him—I don’t even care—
but who is she? Does she know I was there?

I saw your story, not yours, hers.
Felt the old crack, but I didn’t burst.
I saw your story, not yours, hers—
watching him love her in my favorite verse.

She took a selfie, kissed his cheek,
he smiled like he could keep a secret.
She wrote, 'This one’s quiet, but he speaks to me.'
God, I wish that were true for me.
Did he mention my name in the shower?
Or do I live now in a locked tower?
She posted the wine list—he ordered mine.
Guess some habits don’t die, they just realign.

Side-chained pad builds, lights in my eyes

I’m not breaking—I’m just re-sized—
watching my life in her highlight skies.

I saw your story, not yours, hers.
Felt the old crack, but I didn’t burst.
I saw your story, not yours, hers—
watching him love her in my favorite verse.

Does she know he cries at 3:17?
Or that he hides panic in metaphor?
Does she Google old lyrics like I did?
Wonder if she’ll be the one he meant it for?

I saw your story, not yours, hers.
Felt the old crack, but I didn’t burst.
I saw your story, not yours, hers—
watching him love her in my favorite verse.

I saw your story…