11 March 2013
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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