i am sitting here listening to sad songs -

sad in their words, sad in their drums, sad in their guitars, sad in their choruses and melodies,

and i am reading sad words -

sad in their letters, sad in their tones, sad in their romanticism, sad in their definitions and desires,

and i'm thinking of sad thoughts -

you in the evening, you in the early morning, you hot and heavy, you quietly yearning, you and the creases under your eyes, you and i together secretly disguised.

and it's nice

and it hurts

and it's all mine to endure.