You raised your arm
and took another shot.
You scanned the room,
only to remember I wasn't there.
I stayed home with the flu,
so you went with the boys.
I always thought I could trust you,
because you said you loved me.
As you blurrily looked around,
there she was.
Tall, blond, pretty, perfect.
Or so she appeared in your state of mind.
You thought you could look, just not touch;
until she walked across the room.
With just one look from her, you knew.
With just one word, you considered it,
With just one kiss you decided.
Maybe you thought it could stay a secret,
your little twenty minute Barbie Doll.
But you didn't count on people seeing you,
people hearing you brag about it,
and people watching you throw me away,
with just one night.
I hope your happy and that it was worth it.
You cried, and expected my forgiveness.
All we have left now, is one empty bottle,
and two broken hearts.