I hear you, I had been waiting, in your sleep still judging

Creaking on the stairs... sneaky...

Cant understand why i am not asleep next to him, .the last thing.. We were having sex.. not sure why im left feeling a bit depressed, i look at him, his face says its not the best, it looks unimpressed, it makes his way slowly to bed...whilst I the womans soul so apparently blest, i cant rest, replay fast forward and rewind like an elephants memory, in 70.years i will still be visualising..analysing. .. its all guessing. You cant get facts from his expressions. You shouldnt keep asking.. questions... repeatedly checking that there is nothing wrong, apparently its annoying although usually there is something us women should just stop caring stop thinking, stop lookinh bewtween the lines making sure asking a million times if their alright, cos they didnt sound too convincing the first time. What the fuck goes on in their minds your questions as good as is mine 

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