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.
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