Penny Bets

"Hug me," she said, "love me".
I said it; I hugged her.
She fell asleep; I didn't.

I don't love her. I don't love anything.
What does love even mean?
Is love the nights I stayed up crying 
about our dysfunctional family? Or crying
because I never was good enough? Or just
crying in general?

Someone once told me that love is the 
feeling when you would willingly bet
all of you posessions on this person.
One tiny chip, one hand of black jack.
All dedicated to this one person. No 
matter the risk, you would still know
that person would be there for you. 
Always. 

I wouldn't even bet a penny on you.