Notes at end of poem.
I don't own Sherlock
Maybe if I appear cruel...
Maybe if I treat him bad...
But no... He's just a fool.
And only ever gets mad.
Why won't he leave?
I am better alone.
Please let me be.
The man who's made of stone.
I can't get attached!
It'll hurt more when he goes.
It's better to be detached,
Than vulnerable or exposed.
They always go.
That's what they do.
That's how I know,
What to expect of you.
I let myself believe,
So I pushed you away,
That I wanted you to leave,
But I'd rather have you stay.
They ask me why I'm like this.
Why I'm cruel and so harsh.
But they never think that things could be amiss,
For a man who is said to have no heart.
I'm always waiting for the day.
For that last shoe to drop.
For the moment when you'll say.
"This really has to stop."
When it comes you will leave,
And I'll be all alone.
Left alone to silently grieve,
The man who softened stone.
The soften stone is Sherlock's heart. just going to fix any confusion. He's "made" of stone and John fixed him even though Sherlock didn't want him to
