diary fragment from relationship past

One day,
you came barging into the room,
Bragging about how you traded in
your girlfriend for
An electric guitar.

I, of course, would agree:
it's better.

After all, a guitar would
allow itself to be played,
without questions
Would sing the songs
you'd like to hear,
no deviant tunes
And to be always there.
when you need it

Unlike a girlfriend
who doesn't want to be toyed,
who'd sing what she wants
and sometimes goes AWOL.

And I'd rather be a woman than a guitar.