Gutting down Bitch's memories

Not an hour passes by,
and her thought comes again.
Her face transcends before me
in this ephemeral fit of madness !
She has a smirk on her face,
with an air of indifference towards me.
It feels like a screeching sound made
by nails on a metal.
Reminiscing her,I fall in to a state of
apathy and daze.

I hope i could follow Sherlock Holmes's saying:
"Never trust a women ,
not even the best of them".
But I guess it's hard for me to survive without trust,
and trust is what I showed in her ! !
She's gone now , may be forever &
I shall miss her & her flirtatious smile,
her apocryphal excuses,her dexterity in telling lies,
her collusion towards me and her antipathy towards my life.

They said I was headstrong and foolish,
but that's what happens when you feel you've fallen in love.
I was lonely before but loneliness never haunted me.
I can't forget her and those dreams,
shattered by her with scorn.
Sometimes I think it was my fault,
but when I look back I find none ! ! !

I loved her as much as I could ,
and gave her the best kisses,best roses,best chocolates,
best mornings and nights,it was true love for me alright.
In the end I feel deserted, someone please tell me why ? ?

Slowly my head's geting normal and I'm beginning
to realize that sluts don't love , they love to fuck high.
They mint good money and make fun of ur life.
Bitch what u've done to me was fun for you rite,
wait till my fun starts to take a toll on your life.

(Kindly treat this as a work of fiction,nothing personal here...lol)

Abhinav, 30th July(1:18 A.M.)