since love is pain and torment
[note: this was written for my own entertainment and posted here only for archiving purposes. this journal is not to be construed as "active" for the purposes of mbp.]
Disappointment is a seasoning I have grown a taste for, like money, like loneliness. You might as well learn to love what cannot be avoided, or the meal will prove too bitter to swallow.
I keep my head down, keep my eyes sharp, keep my body moving and my tongue still. I sense their disappointment, but I have nothing to say; I am too tired to delight in being a spectacle. There are enough applicants to fill that job.
I talk to my coaches, and I talk to my teammates as much as I need to, and to the media as little as I can. I talk to Rock sometimes if he calls, but most nights I leave the phone unplugged and fill the silence with La Traviata. Say what you will, but even today's angstiest of emo bands can't compete with a whore who leaves the only man she has ever loved because she fears ruining him, only to be spurned and humiliated by him for this kindness.
Of course, in the final act all is revealed and forgiven, and she dies beautifully in her lover's arms. Verdi always was a sucker for a happy ending.
Disappointment is a seasoning I have grown a taste for, like money, like loneliness. You might as well learn to love what cannot be avoided, or the meal will prove too bitter to swallow.
I keep my head down, keep my eyes sharp, keep my body moving and my tongue still. I sense their disappointment, but I have nothing to say; I am too tired to delight in being a spectacle. There are enough applicants to fill that job.
I talk to my coaches, and I talk to my teammates as much as I need to, and to the media as little as I can. I talk to Rock sometimes if he calls, but most nights I leave the phone unplugged and fill the silence with La Traviata. Say what you will, but even today's angstiest of emo bands can't compete with a whore who leaves the only man she has ever loved because she fears ruining him, only to be spurned and humiliated by him for this kindness.
Of course, in the final act all is revealed and forgiven, and she dies beautifully in her lover's arms. Verdi always was a sucker for a happy ending.