Big League Love

I guess I never learned how to lose gracefully. It’s in my bones, constantly reminding me that first place is the only win that counts and second place is the same as losing. So, I never lost. I grew with winning caught in my teeth to make sure I always tasted it and it was much too sweet to not want more. Competition was a needle, bringing me straight to the front of the line with my arms straight out waiting. There is no pain in winning, stick it in my vein so deep, I need another taste. It was a quick fix that showed me the conditions laced through love have a price and you better fucking earn it. There’s no time for tired, like there’s no room for sick, so you better get your ass on that field and run those bases like death is right behind you…