what's the worst that can happen?

in the past

i'd see the red flags

and feel

my gut screaming

with

the words run, run, run,

and i'd ignore it all.

i'd dive in

to the deep end.

these are just the butterflies

of love,

i'd tell myself.

she's feisty

and eccentric, a little bit

on the psychotic

and victim side,

but so what?

i like her curves, 

i like the way she flutters

her eyes.

she knows how to bake

cookies,

and makes love

like a minx. so

what's the worst that

could happen?