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