The Last Straw (formerly Lady Slings the Booze)

   
That time you left me behind--  
fieldwork, you called it...  
 
She was all sweet innocence,  
a peach ripe for the picking,  
blue eyes wide, pools shaded  
by lashes quivering like willow branches.  
 
She said she had no intentions--  
no intentions at all--  
while you said she was just  
another student needing your  
expert help to "find herself".  
 
Sprawled in your bed  
under the eaves, your scent  
permeating sheets and skin,  
your smile flambéed into  
every one of my cells  
with that half empty fifth of Wild Turkey.  
 
And still all I could think of was  
giving you gifts sweeter than  
the adulation of youth, as I trampled  
on all my self-respect.  
   
Originally written for Trixareforkids' same title challenge (Lady Slings the Booze).