The Magician

Just like a magician with a proposition, asking you to pick a card
In his left hand is the king of diamonds, in his right is the king of hearts
What would you choose if your life depended on it? What would you choose if you were me? The boy who said he loved you until the earth wasn’t round anymore, but somehow let you slip away? Or the guy who will try to give you everything you need?
But he doesn’t make your knees weak, or affect the rate your heart beats, and you don’t close your eyes just to dream of him. And the world doesn’t disappear every time he draws near, and your veins don’t tingle when he holds your hand
When your heart meets its counterpart you question if this love is true. Your fingers start to tremor north and south, surely that must be a clue!
What would you choose if your life depended on it? What would you choose if you were me? The boy who said he loved you until the earth wasn’t round anymore, but somehow let you slip away? Or the guy who will try to give you everything you need?
But he doesn’t make your eyes blind to the hurried passing of time that seems to happen when he’s around. And he doesn’t make your smile sore or send your logic crashing down, cos with him nothing else need exist
What would you do?
They say that a magician has an intuition, and always knows what your heart will do. What would you do?