Pomegranate

Thank you all for the love! Special thanks for the tips—they mean so much. Love you all!

You pried me open like nothing and took my seeds with brute force.



Never once were you gentle, never once did you care.

You only mind your ego, and your heart only felt this as fair.

Take my flesh. Consume my heart.

I hope you choke to death once you've finished tearing me apart.



I lay there, a lifeless husk. Ripped of my ripeness and pride.

I trusted you. I loved you. I pushed all my needs aside.



I felt utterly foolish for ignoring the cautions from my beloved tree.

"He's a hunger-drunk thief!" she warned "He'll leave you with nothing but a stained cloth and yourself to hold!"

My sisters chimed in "Or he'll leave you with open wounds and toss you away, leaving you to the flies!"

Never have I paused to listen, or wavered in doubt, wondering 'what if?'-to turn around and watch a new path shining bright before my eyes.



I wish I had never met you. I wish our fingers never intertwined.

I wish I had not held you close to my heart and called you mine.



I should've listened to the tree while I was at my prime.

I was too young, and it was not my time.

But you insisted that I must stop being a wuss, and to make the most of my sublime...

28/5/2025