The Horrible Truth

I remember when I first met you.
You were clumsy and bumped into me.
You apologized,
and I said "No need, it happens."
As you helped me gather my belongings from the ground,
our eyes met.
Those beautiful hazel eyes,
with a quiet shimmer,
looked straight into my soul.
I knew you were the one,
and so did you.

We exchanged phone numbers,
and set up a date for the next night.
Date after date,
I felt more and more in love with you.
One date you proposed.
Of course I said yes.
I thought that meant we were going to have a beautiful life together,
but I was wrong.

You started staying out late after work.
Every once in a while,
you'd come home so drunk all you would do is puke all night.
Pretty soon it became a nightly thing.
I asked you what was wrong,
but you wouldn't tell me.

Then, I found drugs in your medicine cabinet.
Cocaine?
I couldn't believe it.
It was the last straw.
I spent the rest of the day packing.
You came home just in time to see me leave.

Those hazel eyes chose drugs and booze over me,

and I will never forget it.