A Console

I met a girl a while ago; she was love at first conversation, so random yet everything fell into place in a day. 

I dangled the waves of baited traps; she caught on to all of them, exposed my futility, and she laid bare her heart, “Take it,"  she whispered through the tap tap motions of the keyboard.

Smart and innocent, a combination in its rarity, the modern woman is devoid of such; she can’t dance to tunes of frivolous flirtations, but her? She mesmerized in every bit.

The way she rhythmically maneuvered and swayed her replies from based to sexy, she had won over the mind, The high so intoxicating, I was doing drugs again.

The switch from slow to fast replies, tentative to likes and wants, I got to love her, the numb and logical lover was fading in the background.

Tears falling from my heart, thoughts flowing from my head—I thought these emotions had left me.

For the longest time, I had been fine in the dark, but the way she shone her light, I wanted to step out from the shadows.

I had developed good habits out of being alone, but she was breaking them; she was fixing them; I didn’t feel alone any more.

I could spend my whole life debating the pros and cons of the parts she was bringing to life, I had bled a few times, stabs and stings of past lovers. 

I didn’t want to bleed out anymore, I wanted a way out of that maze, I wanted to play that sport.