You were to me as a pear on a shelf
In a sterile world, claimed friend to my health.
At first sight, yellow, spotted like the rest,
A little more so, (they say those are the best)
So I picked you out, wrapped in my plastic love,
I took you home; you were attractive enough.
I touched you, cold, weathered leathery skin,
From the several storms you stayed tethered in.
But I didn't mind the flaws you presented;
I held you, bit softly, your smooth skin consented.
You filled me with sugar, smelling sweet and yet biting,
Dripping, so wet in the half-hindered lighting.
Gritty and crisp like a World War II gunner,
Yet syrupy sweet like an indulgent summer.
As time welcomed shadows, I chewed to your core;
your succulent nature was less than before.
Silent in sorrow, I gazed at the truth:
Stringy and course, your manner uncouth.
Thus, as with most, you cannot sustain
Someone biting deep, digging into your brain,
For a bitter brown core is all that remained,
And your friendly façade was never the same.