My hands 

Come together 

And I draw in the breath through my teeth 

Your curt shots 

Sarcastic remarks 

Come so often 

They're never sincere 


Darker amusement sets in 

That's the problem 

You're 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 

That's how it started 

That's the problem 

And after we're done 

I can still feel your eyes on my forehead 

And after we're done 

I can still feel the pain in my free time