You are a good medicine 
As bleeding ever was  
You heal by cutting new wounds 
What was the point in that? 

You never were my favorite friend
For my spent graces were choice
You choke me with blood, not water
Don't bring an olive branch?

You fake those phony heart throbs
Like a child with a bruise
You think you're the one who hurts
Do you hear what you say?


Another backstabbing sibling poem, but you can apply it to
anyone you like. If a person like the one in my poem really
hurt you but then tried to say sorry just like that, would
you just forgive them or wait until you know they meant it.