Buying Me Presents Doesn't Change a Thing

Haiku dirty pretty...





I don't want [roses]
whose thorns //scratch// my skin as they
tear away the .scabs.--

I'm (healing) nicely,
no need to --rip-- me open,
with your [blood.red.lies].

Don't buy me .f.l.o.w.e.r.s.
that don't mean a thing, don't |waste|
one more word on this--

All that I wanted
was --you--, stained and iMpeRfeCt,
all your flaws ((intact)).

You want *forgiveness*,
that's what your posies say, {{wrapped}}
in shiny plastic--

Can you .take.it.back.,
all this ::emotion:: that's splashed
on the floor, puddles

of wrong, where I //slipped//
&& maybe \\slid\\ down a blade--
can you make this right?

Will your chocolates
&& pretty apologies
-.erase.- what you did?