the late night musings of a broken-hearted girl

11:50 pm

pre-game

the arena welcomes us with open arms

i flicker my eyes at the bright lights, head shaking

you flicker your eyes at the opposing team, head shaking

first quarter

the adrenaline pours itself into our veins

i make myself at home on the worn benches, heart racing

you make yourself at home on the worn court, heart racing

second quarter

the loud ring of the scoreboard shakes us to our core

i cross my fingers as you run across, stomach churning

you cross your arms as you aim to shoot, stomach churning

half time

the squeaking of shoes and yelling of the crowd stops drowning our ears

i chatter quietly over the dj's pounding music, eyes piercing

you chatter quietly over the referee's shrewd whistling, eyes piercing

the distance between us grows past the standard 50 feet

i grab a bite to eat while thinking of what you'd like, mind wandering

you grab a ball to practice while thinking of what a win would feel like, mind wandering

third quarter

the scoreboard gives us another shot of adrenaline to race up our hearts

i clutch my heart as you skid across the floor, lips praying

you clutch your leg as you slide across the floor, lips praying

fourth quarter

the fire ignites within us as the clock ticks by

i clap until my hands hurt and yell my throat raw, fingers clenching

you thunder across the court until your legs hurt and score your shot, fingers clenching

post game

the twinkling night sky provides us our solace

i lay in bed believing i saw a star on the court, soul searching

you lay in bed believing you could have done better, soul searching

a/n: this is about a basket player i used to like and how i would go to all his games, they were pretty fun ngl- a.n.