Inspiration is twisted... i now have inspiration

Inspiration is twisted… I now have inspiration.
Nicola from Almagretta.
I had no idea Valetta had such a sound,
almost as if she had been dumb a year and a half lingering in my room & once dragged to Italy.
But tonight she blossomed…
in another man’s hands.
Nicola from Almagretta.
His fingers caressed her and he knew what he was doing,
me being the bitter man I am watched in vain.
Quite like a man watching his wife get nailed, and seeing how much she loves it.
I felt like a kid and just wanted to pick up the ball and say you’re not playing,
I really hate myself when I think like that.
Though it didn’t help that members of the household who have heard Valetta’s choked sound for 1 and a half years announce in surprisement “That guitar has a really nice sound!”
Why am I bitter? He loves her and they are beautiful together. It’s not that I don’t love her; rather I don’t know how to love her.
I looked on as though again it was happiness at my expense,
and then I saw that my signature is on the heart of that guitar,
although who am I kidding it is hardly original I just copied Kurt Cobain… In any case I now have inspiration flowing through me, I want to be able to play my guitar, and I want her to want nobody else to pick her up.