Y'all he was the man of my dreams
everything about him just made me weak
from the color of his eyes to the size of his feet
he was handcrafted & custom made just for me
He was incredible, like perfection to a 'T'
I guess that's why it was his deception I didn't see
For 3 years he was a part of me
emotionally, mentally and physically
You see I was caught up in all the glitz & the glam that he offered me
I was so strung out, I let my guard down and he pounced on me
friends say they tried to warn me, but i just couldn't see
all the damage he was doing to me
one by one I brushed off their accusations
cause they didn't know him like me
A love like ours is what they envied, he always said
where I was is where they wish they could be
& me with all my immaturity that was all I believed
Friends said to be careful and get yourself checked
But for what? He's mine and I'm his that's not an equation that's too complex
I was always taught abstinence, to wait until your married to have sex
BUT WHY? its a natural thing and the body has needs... PPAAA-LEEEASE, waiting is so obsolete
Now when I think back on it, that doesn't sound like me
and that's cause it wasn't, it was the man of my dreams
He lead me to believe that he was the one for me
me with him and him with me for all eternity
Nothing could break our bond & this belief was true indeed
cause our bond grew tighter, now that I can thank him for my HIV
I would love to place the blame and play the unsuspecting damsel in distress
but I'm as much at fault as he is for not going to take the test
And now I clearly see the handcrafted, custom made, perfection to a 'T' man of my dreams
and all the damage he was really doing to me
but at the end of the day half the faults on me, i shoulda protected myself
cause I knew the recipe that,
it takes two to tango in the bed of contracting HIV.
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Mela` J