the fruit of emotion

I feel like a dehydrated apple, my soul was ripped out like a core;

My heart is is forever dried up, I fear I can love no more;

My feelings are all preserved, more aromatic than the best;

My emotions were peeled away, how can I trust the rest;

His love was like a paring knife, that scissored my heart in two;

Without the entire apple, what am I to do;

The shine that reflects the outside, of the sweet within;

It can’t unveil the bad seeds, that lie hidden beneath the skin;

He stomped on this apple, once round, red and firm;

And made it into applesauce, not fit for a worm.