Stop Talking

My hands come together And I draw in a breath Through my teeth Your curt shots, sarcastic remarks Come so often They're never sincere Darker amusement sets in That's a 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 a 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