A Game of Chance

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?


One Comment Add yours

  1. Zia Jane says:

    wow! I love it. reading this I just related so much, and I think that is the biggest success of poetry!

    Liked by 1 person

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