I'm Sherlock Holmes, baby.
No sex drive. Phantom bruises in odd places. Tired all the time. Home alone for lunch. Missing condoms. A woman's dress sock - that isn't mine - showing up on the floor in my house.
This time, when I bring it up to you, you don't get defensive and that's throwing me off. I have an almost unearthly ability to tell when someone's got something to hide, and certainly when they're lying. But, sharing my bag of tricks with you has made you a not-so-typical read. Are you trying so hard to not be your usual that you're giving yourself away anyway? Instead of defensiveness, you look at me with those sad puppy eyes and tell me that you love me -that with all we've been through you would never dream of cheating. Those eyes and your words don't match. I hear you, and God I want to believe you, but your sympathetic eyes are saying that you're sorry for what you've done. You don't tell me you love me while we're making love unless we're having make-up sex... You tell me I'm always welcome to check your phone or your email, but we both know I won't do that. Even if I would, what's the point?
It's all elementary.
- {short stories by yours truly}
This time, when I bring it up to you, you don't get defensive and that's throwing me off. I have an almost unearthly ability to tell when someone's got something to hide, and certainly when they're lying. But, sharing my bag of tricks with you has made you a not-so-typical read. Are you trying so hard to not be your usual that you're giving yourself away anyway? Instead of defensiveness, you look at me with those sad puppy eyes and tell me that you love me -that with all we've been through you would never dream of cheating. Those eyes and your words don't match. I hear you, and God I want to believe you, but your sympathetic eyes are saying that you're sorry for what you've done. You don't tell me you love me while we're making love unless we're having make-up sex... You tell me I'm always welcome to check your phone or your email, but we both know I won't do that. Even if I would, what's the point?
It's all elementary.
- {short stories by yours truly}