i'm a fruit dressed
in a shell so callous and thick
so hard yet vulnerable
when i fall
i, too will easily break.

i'm a fruit so sweet
no one can taste
so fierce no one can touch
and so soft that everyone
dies to hug.

i'm a fruit ripened
through time of this orb
i go out in spring,
die in winter
i dance with trees,
until i turn splinter.

i'm a fruit sugary
in platonic disguise
so yellow and seraphic
smells like daisy
sticky as honey.

i'm a fruit unkind
no one knows what am i
how poisonous am i
until you taste the lie.

Scattered pieces of flaws
Stitched together in perfection
Everywhere
Just beautiful

All these of good intentions
Why do we not see these all the time?
Why can't it be just the good days?
Why can't we be still?
Why do we turn things vain?

Are we seeing soreal?
Tell me this is nothing in a manuscript
Tell me we're not actors of our own movies
Lest t'was a hopeless love
It frightens me

*Tell me it was real