Sweat drips from your forehead;
Adrenaline rushes through your body.
Send me to hell,
that's where I belong;
With all the explicit versions I've made up of you.
You lose the air in your lungs from my hand around your throat.
You don't mind though;
That's what I love about you.
I can take your breath away with either my hand, or my presence.
& when it comes to you,
I never want to be without.
I'm selfish, but you're mine.
If anyone is going to make you lose your breath,
it's going to be me.

they don't tell you how it will feel
when you take off your jersey one last time
when you say your last team cheer
when you take your last bus ride.
well, maybe they tried to,
but I didn't understand.

because how can you tell me
the countless hours spent
in the gym, shooting with your dad
will be over in a matter of seconds?

how can you explain
the nostalgia that hits
when you play your last home game.
50 games. 50 wins and losses.
all a blur.
all over.

I'm ready to go, but afraid to leave.

c.l.c