It was a quarter after the clock striked 12mn
She decided to go wear her favorite dress tonight
She makes sure it hugs her body perfectly tight
But as she looks in the mirror, she sobs and thoroughly cried
It’s 1:30 am and she went for some drinks
At the club, she dances to brush of whatever she thinks
After a while, a man walked unto her after giving her a wink
Without knowing his name, they kissed relentlessly in just a blink
The clock ticked at 3:00 am and the man is now gone
Leaving her with some smudged lipstick and simply alone
She was smirking while in the thought of what happened
Someone noticed her and gave her the attention she needs
She drank a little more—no, she drank a lot
She continued drinking until she doesn’t feel anymore
She’s tipsy, she’s wasted, she can no longer take it
Still, she lits a cigar and whispered, “****, it.”
It’s almost 4 am, she is starting to sober up
She just finished her 5th cigar and decided to leave the club
On her way to her place, she started grabbing and pulling her hair
Tears continuously flows from her eyes everywhere
She reached her condo, and started to unzip her dress
She then checked herself in the mirror blunting, “What a mess.”
She touches her naked body and examines it with disgust
She screams, she curses, and hurts herself like it is just
6:00 am, spaced out, she lies on a corner of the wall
Her alarm rang and unconsciously, she makes her way to the hall
She prepared herself as she goes off to work
She bangs closing the door, “I don’t want to be me anymore.”