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.

[me1issaaaa]

I'm adding a very, very late reply to yet another bump.

Justin, you amaze me.
That was terrible.
I want to hurt this stupid girl, you have no idea.

But YAY! I'm so happy for you now that you're with Anna. I'm glad things are working out for you both, you know I support whatever you choose to do.

I sound so cheesy, but whatever. You know how it is.