Judging by the look of satisfaction I sense sneaking across your expressionless face,
your black eyes twinkling in this darkness,
you looking at your options trying to hide that half-smile,
I know you'll have me beat.
This time you are going all in,
&& maybe this time I'll offer you everything.
Who knew this game could be so fun.
Your eyes dilated,
and beer on your breath.
It's okay..
Check.
Who knew this game could last so long.
Each sleepless night I think of you.
Check.
Check.
My turn baby.
You're fidgeting,
are you worried?
I fold.
I had you beat..
Pocket Aces
but I couldn't stand to not let you win.
Our feet intertwined underneath the makeshift poker table.
Eye contact.
Those black eyes bearing a hole into my heart.
Oh, wait, you're drunk, and I'm fifteen.
Oh, wait, I lose again.
Author notes
Things didn't happen quite like this. I didn't play poker, he wasn't quite drunk yet.. I don't know. I wrote this the day I got home, without intentions on posting it, but the boy [man] and this poem kept running through my mind.
I know. I'm being lame.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The gorgeous man who doesn't know he is a man I presume?
"I fold.
I had you beat..
Pocket Aces
but I couldn't stand to not let you win."
I love those lines.
Ashley is writing again!
AH!
*overwhelmed with happiness*
ilys.
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