Almost happy

Like so many others, it started with "hello".
A simple "nice to meet you", a smile for show.
The days passed by, interest grew,
but neither of the pair knew what they should do.
Now, I must say, it really began
when the boy finally decided it was time to be a man.
He dressed up nice, made his move,
approached the beauty with much to prove.
    Let me pause for a moment, and let it be known,
    the meeting went well, and the results have shown.
The hesitance, in no time, had grown into bliss,
beautiful smiles, a hug and a kiss.
That kiss led to many memorable days,
romantic dinner, and moonlit forays.
On one such event, a promise was sworn,
the old would be gone, the new would be born.
From that night forth, they adventured in the day,
then early they'd retire, for candlelit. . . play.
    Allow me for now to explain about time,
    it turns hate into love, and love into crime.
Days turned to months, months into years,
and all of that passion had its fair share of tears.
She became a bride, he became a parent,
a role for which he was lacking. . .as was apparent.
Out went the bliss, love and cheer,
replaced in due time with hatred and fear.
That fear turned to loneliness, resignment and lust,
and the lust in turn became broken trust.
    I hear many say that trust is what matters.
    Life without trust, is life left in tatters.
So now he looks on as the crime scene is flagged,
long lines of caution tape where the body was dragged.
Crime scene analysists search through the gore,
where he'd mercilessly murdered that cheating whore.
He-I- made no attempt at falsehoods or lies,
I wouldn't waste my breath on useless alibies.
Guilty as charged, homocide at its best,
I now sit here rotting, writing poems you digest.