My hands

Come together

And I draw in the breath through my teeth

Your curt shots

Sarcastic remarks

Come so often

Theyre never sincere



Darker amusement sets in

Thats the problem

Youre saying something and my eyes

Open wider

And we grin and we stare at the floor

Your jokes missed

Your hands grow to fists

And your lips purse

Expecting the worst

With every word

Thats how it started

Thats the problem

And after were done

I can still feel your eyes on my forehead

And after were done

I can still feel the pain in my free time