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
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