Insanity

Sad Songs

Today I sang sad, sweet songs and
Thought of you,
Over the high pitched strumming
From my fingertips
Grazing a ukulele
Even though I know that
You aren't worth anything
As beautiful,
As this sad, sad girl with her sad songs,
Singing in the echoes of an empty house
Off key and working out the faults
In her voice, yet still
Seemingly sweet
Though you'll never see her when she's
Tired and delusional thinking about
Your arms around her and
Remembering all the little nothings
Here and there
While she sings
When she knows that she really shouldn't give you
Any more attention than you already stole,
Because it will only cause her more pain.
She is heartbroken for the music,
Bittersweet and beautiful
Longing and passionate
With no one to share it with,
This is her true form
Innocent and melancholy
Trying to find the chords
That will make her feel adequate
Once more.