Drunk in the state called singleness
Where face is hidden by a cloud of mist
With "I don't care"attitude shown to the world
Damn, it feel so nice shutting down those emotions
Now, I crave a different kind of buzz
Raising up the cup and toasting to myself
No more being broken and distressed
Finally I can breathe
From the constant disappointment and apologies
Now, I am single to stupor
I became disconnected from that color "red"
From the scared feelings of not being enough
Just this moment, this very moment I am set free
I am drunk, drunk in this singleness.

© Victoria Damilola

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