20 August 2012
Confusing, confounding,
A love murder mystery;
You have all the weapons,
Motives, but refuse to
Commit the crime
Of getting too close
To me, or anyone else,
And you fear
You've already let the
Culprit in,
Locked the door,
And thrown away the key.
Yet in some ways you
Have unlocked,
Unfurled like a map,
X marking
Every spot.
You've become
An open picture book
I can read with
My eyes pressed shut;
You emotions like braille,
The raised dots a code
That let me know
When you are
Happy, worried, tired,
Bored, scared, sad,
When you need me
To ask how you are
And to press a little further
When you say
"I'm ok,"
Because you aren't.
Your body-language
Isn't a foreign dialect to me,
It's my mother tongue,
Like I've spoken it
All my life;
I see it in your eyes,
Feel it in your arms,
Hear it in your sighs;
I've been there when
You've silently cried,
When you've laughed till it hurts,
I know you well enough
And I'm well and truly fucked,
No plea bargain for me,
You don't need a polygraph machine
Because you know me
Better than I know myself.
Don't think then
You can pretend for a second,
That avoiding questions
Will throw me off,
Or that being so blasé
With meaningless words
Will convince me that
You don't love and hurt
The way I do;
I can see the smudged
Fingerprints of
The beginnings of love.
So until you finally
Decide to come clean,
Hold out your bloodied palms,
And explain this situation we're in,
We'll carry on with
The masquerade, secrets-and-lies,
Very film-noir,
I'll keep adding to the case file.
Just know this; you may be
A master love-criminal,
But I'm a private eye.
Love Murder Mystery • Opuss № I