world cup o' love

i let the ball roll
as i struck out
again.
and again.
the smell of grass
and of defeat
makes my knees weak; the game
gets to me
i want to leave the field.

"in a world where almost every person meets a jerk, you know you don't need to be serious. hang out, pretend, and play. have fun, stop anytime...no attachments, no commitments, no pain. convenient isn't it? but at the end of the show, you know you're yearning for something genuine, you realize that what you're really looking forward to is someone who can look you straight in the eye and tell you you are loved. someone worth every risk of pain; that one who'll stay. someone who'll make a difference."
-a friend's text message

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