we’re drinking strawberry flavoured wine out of red solo cups and I can’t help but notice the hair you move out of her face, she’s close enough now to see the endless mistakes we’ve made 

as she leans into you to whisper in your ear, your eyes catch mine and I feel myself fall victim to your longing gaze as I do with the cheap liquor

you pass me by, a phantom of the person I once knew who has come back from the beyond to continue the haunting you started all those years ago when you first picked me out of that endless strawberry field

meaninglessly, you grab my hand and pull me close, but being near you makes it impossible to ignore the drunken thoughts I find myself having as I sip on more of that sweet, red wine