This is a more personal poem that I wrote about an incident I had with a sibling a few years ago. Also, I was trying something a little different with repetition and I'm not really sure if it worked. It's not exactly a happy poem, so be warned.
You broke,
By choice
By virtue of your need
In the basement bedroom at two A.M.
I heard you
When you broke
By choice
And I was the only one
I knew you bled
When I heard you
When you broke
We hid the knives
Then you talked
While you bled
When I heard you
About a light switch
Flipping a switch
While we talked
As you bled
To turn off the light
That's what bleeding did
Flipped a switch
While we talked
To let you sleep
To make peace
Bleeding did it
Flipped the switch
Blood was not so bad
It's what you needed
To make peace
A little bleeding
Like a leech
I broke
It's what you needed
To make peace
So I could live
So you could live
I broke
It's what you needed
To flip the switch again
To turn the light back on
So you could live
I broke
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