Bittersweet
Joy is the name I'm giving you today.
A bittersweet event unfolds.
The pieces that broke you apart
make me whole.
And I smile,
though I see the blood on his hands
from when he murdered the trust
between you.
I understand,
though you will never know
and I am doubtful
you ever will.
There is blood on my hands too,
from the smile I wear
in your misery.
I conceal the knife
with honey coated words
to heal your broken parts.
But a fruitless effort it is,
for I've taken your pieces
to fix mine.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
