My Melody

I could talk to you
You heard parts,
gave me pieces
Hope, Anger, Distortion
And you fell asleep inside. . .
All these fragments woven
between clutched fingers of
my bloody hands
Grasping at the only thing I know
A poisonous shard
its me; curling the corners of my mouth
heavy smile dripping with fire
Bloodied hands glitter with
guilt, pleasure, remorse
My precious fragments
When did I shatter?
Was I ever whole?
My hands search for something
that won't hurt
But they don't know how it feels
All they can do is offer a lethal piece;
something beautiful
A melody seeping out from what is
and what never was
Holding the me I can't show anyone