I guess it's the "its & bits"
Of you that was left
Made purposely to forfeit
How could I forget?
How do you hold a crumble?
Of someone you once had whole
Now the shift left to tumble
You left a bewildered fool
YOU ARE READING
Shots of Soju
Poetry"It wasn't the bitterness she winces at, but it was the sweetness that lingered along with it. And she wanted it to last."
