Bathed in the magic of strawberry-flavored drinks
I forgot the taste of your yells and abuses
You savored everything intertwined: the curls, our fingers, and the straws
And I was gulping down your hazel brown eyes
With each sip, my head felt giddy
I still don’t know if it was the drink or your eyes or your sweet lies
You wrapped me around a cocktail glass
Not knowing how brittle my aching heart was
We sat glued to each other watching the clocks dance
The demons within me danced too
For they craved nothing more than to be kissed by whiskey and affection
But you entangled yourself from me and said: “I don’t deserve you”
I saw you dissipate into the busy city roads like a gush of wind
The straw in the cocktail glass lay uncoiled
And as I stared at you leaving, I asked the waiter:
“Can I get a strawberry-flavored drink for heartache?”