I am Defamed
Today was another
Defeat
It slowly burns away any sense of pride
Or self-worth
That I felt
I’ve lost all my finger nails to that moment
Just when the alcohol rears its ugly head back up again
My stomach has grown accustomed to the torments I inflict upon it
And my throat feels the stippling burns of the gun or the cigarette
“Residue of blue nicotine”
Cause of death: Too much stress
Too little time
“Maybe, if he fell in love again? The colors do brighten, and the perfume does sharpen.”
It’s an afterthought
My love is an afterthought
My heart is an afterthought
My cum is an afterthought
It leaves shadowy figures behind
Pale imitations hardly worth flattery
And there it is
And there you go
Telling me to move forward
Become a better me
And I beg
Leave!
Let me remain with expired thoughts. Let me be with my vices.
It’s Ramadan
I want to kill my heart,
And I want to break my fast with wine.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
