My Christmas Eve, Based on true events. Options

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One of the most emotionally difficult poems I've ever written:

Yeah, basketball practice was one to remember,
A conditioning nightmare, 24th of December.
In a locker room so quiet, I began to realize,
As I slipped my sweater on, I longed for your eyes.
My darling female, my pride and joy,
It was such a nice feeling, just a girl, just a boy.
Twenty fingertips touching, four lips pressed firm,
You'd touch me, I'd fidget, I'd touch you, you'd squirm.
A pedestal so high, it was like shangri la,
How my heart jumped, it struck me with awe.
I had to see you, just for satisfaction,
Simply to confirm our undying attraction.
I fired up my Jeep, and delved out into the snow,
Just so I could gaze at you, just so I could know.
Andy's Christmas party, the happening place,
101 Twelfth Street, where I could caress your face.
I trotted to the door, and I rang the bell,
I was greeted by friends with bad news to tell.
"She's upstairs to the right, please stay down here,"
"Why, why musn't I run to my dear?"
I shoved through the mob, and leapt up the stairs,
"I hope everything's okay," I threw out my prayers.
I opened the door, heard some commotion,
Gazed in the room, two bodies in motion.
A teammate of mine with you under the covers,
Just for the night, two drunken lovers.
I covered my face, stricken with anguish,
I was emotionally crushed, I began to languish.
My legs felt so heavy as I ran to my truck,
I turned the key, my ignition was stuck.
So here I sat, with half a heart,
All thanks to you, my love, you ripped it apart.

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I'm bumping this topic =]

It's really well written Justin. I'm sorry though that that had to happen to you.