Water Polo

I hate swimming.
working myself into a tizzy
I hate:
cramping legs
stinging eyes
frizzy hair
aching arms.
but I do it anyway
why?
because I love this game.
I love:
stealing the ball
defending our cage
making a goal
blocking a pass.
and not only do I love the game,
I love:
ten swim-suited girls in a hotel bathtub
singing during warm-ups
long bus rides
mohawks in the showers.

I love this game.
so beating myself up to play it
is well worth it.
I get just as much back as I put in.
maybe more.

I love this game.

-I do love water polo. :D <3-

<3 = brittany

Cast

believe me.
it's hard.
it's really hard.
I thought I had a place.
I thought I held a part.
I thought I was "in".
but I don't make a difference.
because, without me, nothing changed.
it's so hard to see
all your friends leaving without you.
it's so hard to hear
about the things they do without you.
it's so hard to know
that they're just fine without you.
I hate it.
I want to have a place.
I want to hold a part.
I want to be "in".
because it makes a difference
to me.
because everything changes
in me.
I miss them.
but I don't know if they miss me.
and that's the hardest thing.

-I'm getting the no-musical blues, that's all.-

<|3 = brittany