He Whispered

I was standing in the middle of the river

The water was so cold I couldn’t feel my legs

Screaming at him to make everything stop

Demanding he take everything back he ever said to me

Telling him I wasn’t worth his time

Had already tried calling him names

Explaining to him how he shouldn’t be with me

Yet he stands firmly on the bank of this river

When he whispered to me

“Put the gun down Annastasia.”