"It’s all in practice" is what I tell myself when it’s all said in done…cause the easiest way out is to say I gave it my all…it just wasn’t meant to be…
And honestly…
That could very well be the case…
Time will be the judge of that...
But…time won’t deliver that verdict for a while…and right now…what about this broken heart?
"It’s all in practice" is what I tell myself now that it’s done…cause the easiest way out when you lose is to say we were so close to winning the game…"We’ll get 'em next season" is what I say…but my heart says something different...
My heart says tell them that you warned them to take extra time out to work on their form...cause pressure will come when the game is on the line...we're a team and we have to be strong for each other...so prepare yourself individually...you never know when a victory for us will solely be decided by your actions...cause the weight of the world will be on your back when you have to sink the final two free throws for us to win...
And I truly wish I could’ve shot them for you…but I can’t cause it’s your shot…and I have to stand next to you and watch...hoping that you take your time and breathe…don’t shoot to quickly…make sure you block everything else out and envision you and me alone…see me…your teammate...your confidant...the one who has been their to comfort you through your transitions on and off the court. On paper we're unstoppable...better than all the other teams I've played for...we're gonna win this one together...well I thought we were...but it's always the off the court issues that hurt the team…that's what always seems to get in the way...and I can't block them out for you...you had to endure the pressure and take your shot...watch your form…and remember to follow through…
But your form was bad...no follow through...no dice…no win…and you say you gave it your all…and I believe you…just one thing…what about this broken heart?
"It’s all in practice" is what I tell myself now that I am forced to sit alone…cause the easiest way out is to tell yourself that experiencing the euphoria of loving them was a waste of time…and I think to myself…was it a waste of time to fall in love with someone who took the exit when things got rough?…better yet circumstance got rough? Was there’s no light at the end of the tunnel or did you stop walking cause you couldn’t see it? It's amazing what darkness does to dreamers...we never give up on our dream when it's dark...but love...that's different...
Oh the hearts we’ve broken as we try to figure out our inner workings in the midst of following our big dreams...while selling dreams to hearts that inevitably didn’t have a chance…
Is it unfair that the dreamer wants to love and feel loved while pursuing their passion? Of course not…but the lines we cross and don’t even see it…the dreams we sell and come to find we don’t even believe 'em…the love we express and give with great intentions…to the hearts we can’t mend after placing them in broken condition…
I've sold this dream and I've purchased it too...
I've broken hearts dreaming and so have you...
"It's all in practice" is what we tell ourselves after our hearts have mended
But we may have misread practice for the love we needed that shouldn't have ended.
Signed,
Aaron "Ab" Abernathy