I'm sorry if I'm crass.
I'm a hint spiteful on days
when nothing matters.
They come too fast and too frequently
for my taste.
Bitter translates to
bitterish translates to
bitterness translates to
bittered.
(I've been brittle,
breaking,
broken,
barely breathing,
beneath it all,
bruised and
bare.
I've been battered
by debris of a life exploded,
a mind imploded,
a being overloaded.
I've begged.
Pleaded.)
Before it all would I have enumerated
the translations of bitter?
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i wish that you didn't have to feel this way to write this way...but i feel privileged to read this. it is wonderfully written.
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