i am like a cactus
hard
needle like
and difficult to touch
on the outside
but once you cut me open
i ooze
like a dam exploding from the river top
the emotions
im soft
gooey
and i hold life
but once you cut me open
you cant put me back
i will eventually wither away
and im okay with that
but like i said
i am difficult to touch
but once you break me open
i hold life