Don't be cruel

lips curl into smiles 
the hand reaches around 
no feeling of time 
it's beading up on the window 
pushing out room 
for pain allowance 
to feel that tear and burn 
through dim afternoons 
lost in the confusion 
so we better race home 
vanilla cokes and warrior 
tournaments choking on lost words 
remembering traded breathes 
we have borrowed too many glances to tur