If sex was the way you treat me,
I’ve been in every position possible.
If condums was the protection from being pregnant with love,
It would be too late.
I have 3 bonds that we will share for all eternity.
Because of you I had one abortion and a miscarriage.
I aborted the person who help me gain the strength
to walk away from him,
Only to fall back into your arms.
The miscarriage was when I was with child with “Almost”.
I almost fell for someone else.
Even though the child was from somebody else, my body was still yours.
Here I am…
Still having sex with you…
But at some point this must stop.
Even if it takes me meeting my creator,
This bond, this trend, this never ending circle,
Must be severed.