It's not I you fell in love with, it's the rush
That initial sensation from scalp to sole
Fuck intercourse's ability of rerouting our instincts and what we know
Subconsciously I got lost while inside you
And the risk factor I was blind to
In a rush to pin the tail on that .. wait.. let me retry boo
The condoms were by my side too, but the pleasures of it all had me face to face with negligence
Ready for war, embracing the impact behind the outcome with such elegance
Pills and potions .. the debateable notion, when labeled as the 2 percent ineffective
The pregnancy scare was said to be mild but resurrected, her "I think I'm late text" this time unexpected
Fast forward eleven months after that night of unsafe sex..
Was it worth it to forgo my usual brand of latex?
Forced to put who I was becoming on pause I began to float beyond wanderlust
Tears running down her eyes
Glancing down she's feeding to our baby from her breast
She's dazed thinkin about what we could've been
I've been praying more and more, realizing that I already should've been
Sleepless nights a mixture of stomach pains and exhaustion,
I guess this is the epitome of chasing the forbidden fruit without precaution.
Is this our purpose?
The chase to pursue our happiness was compromised, yes.. that we agree on
Piss stains near where I lay my head .. I wake up and I feel like I'm what the worlds already peed on
Could I look her in the eyes and speak that same lie about how things'll get better?
Take away our choice?...You should never!
Where like minds disagree and punctuation is overlooked