It’s not often she meets someone who makes her feel this way.
She felt so vulnerable
So open, like a fresh wound
If left untreated, it could become infected
But she didn’t care.
To her, nothing felt sweeter
She was reckless.
She picked up her cards
Ready to play
But she was horrible at gambling
In fact, her poker face was a little less than convincing
She did not know what to expect but she didn’t mind
Her heart was ready for all the risks
Ignoring the warning signs her mind threw at her
What does the mind know of the hearts wants anyway?