I stood in the middle of a river,
Looking between the two men-
Dark and mysterious,
Or calm and gentle.
And one reached his hand out from the side of the river,
While on the other side, a man offered a gun.
"I would love you forever," one said.
"He doesn't deserve you,
take this weapon and blow out his brains," the other yelled.
I stared at them both:
Innocent and loving
Or dark and brooding
I was not searching for love,
It be too far off for me;
Yet I was not a murderer.
I was so scared,
And the tension was suffocating me-
So instead I plunged my head under
the cold river water,
Finding it easier to breathe in the
Dirty water and bubbles
Than make the choice.