Chasing Empty

For a little knowledge here and there I signed up for a class online, I got out because the class was a clique, and everyone seemed to know the other person except me. I am a loner, and always will be.

Every one of my contributions was swept under the rug, I asked myself if people even read my work. I left for good, can’t stay in such toxicity.

The next day he came to apologise. I admired his courage. A few weeks later he saw something I posted somewhere, coming back to vibe with me, I returned the gesture.

He talked about how he liked vodka and raw sex, we shared nudes and fuck each other’s imaginations. I looked forward to his messages, I particularly liked the way he talked, slow not to stutter. He was careful not to talk about himself. I gave mine away.

I did not like the way he read my messages and never replied, I was caught up in a moment. Next, he is demanding a pussy picture, or he might get a seizure.

He left me in a desert to die, next he is back and apologising for how he hates disagreement and ruckus, next he wants us to be friends” I am Obidi I introduced myself in a bid to start a new relationship” he skipped and said if I wanted my hands in his sweatpants.

My honest intention was to know his story, maybe about his daddy, if I had a brother I would tell him about him. But I am chasing empty, fighting what I can’t see, an illusion, a mirage.

I don’t blame him, for his use of nudes and religion, looks and intentions.

Mine is pure and will always be.

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