As Long as You’re Happy

My hands won’t stop shaking.
I ask them to stop, but they refuse to listen
so I hide them underneath the table.
“It’s gonna be alright”, I tell them,

“Just don’t touch him”

He leaves eventually,
uncomfortable by my presence
and I beg my lungs to burst,
polite as one could be,
but they don’t.
Never do, these fuckers.
Where did we go wrong?
Come back, talk to me.
Please.

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