wasnt supposed to be this way

My vision was quite clear. But my mind was demanding me to run in fear.
Here was a stranger, straight out of that past, speaking of a new life he wanted to last.
His striking good looks begged for me to take a chance. It could prove to be quite an exotic dance. 
No feelings were requested, no relationship was expected. A fun distraction I thought I'd be, for this man I had once detested.
He was returning from the world of the walking dead, where all of us had unfortunately laid our tread.
No magic was felt, no sparks caught our eye. Fireworks did not burst upon our sky.
Both lonely, hurt, and romantically defeated, our bodies soon joined, craving to be sexually treated.
Our lackluster feelings were totally unheeded, so tired were we of loves sad story so often repeated. 
That fire was not welcome, that kind of love was always to heated.
True compatability, we came to agree, had to be formed in reality.  Honesty, respect, and empathy became the basis of this new couples mentality.
Our adjoing slumber soon became a major attraction, our unintended relationship received a tremendous reaction.
Perfection encased our world of settled normalcy.  Our separate lives smoothly conjoined into One Happy Family.
Our path was so full of promise and success.  I could no longer fathom the possibility of it all turning into a big mess.
Our love was good, respectable, and came with unguided ease.  Our past never mentioned, we became the people we had always wanted to be.
He was "my Randy".  I was his "jenny". 
In Being his "boo", I found my safe haven. I discovered in this man, everything for which i had been prayin. 
Then there had to come the day, our past would no longer just lay.
A single lie cleverly placed, was the start of our future being erased.
The return to that hell came quickly and without pause.  Evil an dslithering, in the filth of putrid slime, Addiction stabbed into him with its jagged claws.
I watched my superman battle his Kryptonite. Surely, i thought, he would use all his might. 
As it turned out, I was not right.
My warrior easily chose to become its slave.  Of his character, i could no longer rave. 
Any light i'd brought to his eyes disappeared upon our demise.
No smile is left to display upon the haggard face.  His strength, courage and love, they left no trace. 
Misery is all that remains.....that, and my continuing heart pains