avocado press

have i done enough
to make you clap at my act?
done enough for you
to love this elusive illusion of me?

or shall i give in
fall to the floor and grovel, beg for forgiveness
apologise for the sin of letting my heart control
my cracked and bleeding lips?

no
no
no
I refuse.

so listen to the kupu
from my collapsed
and war-torn
heart

let me carve a sentence with these
incoherent words that scream from the cavity
of my still-beating
chest

write my obituary in the crimson
dripping down my fingers
from the shattered reflection
of my dismembered dreams.

i don't want to be saddened by you
and your selfish actions
and your cruel tongue
i want revenge

are you satisfied?