I never thought I'd get this desperate.
I'm not even sure if desperacy is the word that best describes my situation.
I got into this club and sat at this corner like 6hrs ago.
I keep staring at my phone if at all she'll pick up my calls.
Have tried to reach her for two weeks but to no vain.
I know the world expect me to rise up.
Not to show the vulnerable part of me.
Because I'm a man and society has no sympathy for men.
I thought maybe
Maybe, drinking myself out will make me feel better.
Forget about her if it ever works.
But, the more I drink myself out the more I can't seem to be taking her out of my mind.
I'm promising myself that this be my last glass, and I'll collect my pieces and head back to my house!
©ochiengwinie
