you and taylor were once passionate lovers. you had an apartment, went on trips, it was magical.

then that all fell apart. you both had issues, and it led to drunken fights, overblown arguments, and now you’re not sure where you were.

it’s midnight. you’re on the floor with her, staring at the ceiling. there are empty bottles of rosé all over, and powder filling the room.

you look over at her, her bloodshot eyes matching the red stain on her shirt. she laughs dryly, her head in her hands as she coldly says,

“how the hell did we lose sight of us again?”