with this poem

With this poem

I throw away the memories of her

in my polythene of garbage

with the left over spoilt rice

I know the memories

will often come as my heart is soft and tender

like that of jackfruit tree leaves

but i dont care

I will throw them away continuosly

like i pour down every peg of whiskey

in my little dry throat.

She lied she lied

when she continously said to me;

'you lied you lied'

With this poem

I deleted every pictures of her

from my sister's camera

from my netbook

With this poem

I erased the memories of last september

I erased the memories of me and she

in holy family hospital

with this poem

I burnt her two black panties

which were of no use to me

other than reminding of how she smelt

\with this poem

I sit right now in my stair

where the dog left his paw marks

Time says 2.19 am

as I write this

But i dont give a fuck

with this poem

i call it a day

but a 400ml of whiskey bottle

awaits me lying on my bed

like my whore

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