I am a pomegranate.
cut me open.
break my outer skin.

inside of me is my fruit.
the meat of me.
hidden.

dig your fingers into me,
pulling me apart.
ripping me to pieces.

I do not want to be
in your mouth.
feel the heat of your breath.

chew me up.
spit me out.
and leave me empty.

friends can come and go
like a breeze,
a comforting warmth,
or leave you
with a cold shoulder.

but one day,
the wind will be more.
it will be a tornado
in the shape of a boy
that you love.

i fear that one day
my tornado will come,
sweep me off of my feet,
and leave me with the breath
ripped out of my chest.

she was a flame
steady and unwavering
until she met him

he held a bic lighter
and a bad reputation

he brought his flame closer to hers
making hers grow
to heights like no other

he made her burn brighter
than a bonfire

but one day his lighter fluid ran out
and he left to get another bic
but never returned

her flame began to lose height
until it barely gave off light

and one day,
a gust of wind blew past her
and knocked her flame out