The Traitor

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.