No Pumpkin Pie

My heart is a rotton pumpkin,
Despite that you took it in,
But saw the rottenness hidden beneath the thick skin,
You picked it up and threw it hard,
Smashing it against a tree,
Look what you've done,
It's spit out pumpkin seeds,
And they're shaped like tears.

Once it was a orange gourd,
So fresh outside and inside too,
But then you came along,
Bugs started to tear away from the inside,
Suddenly you realized your mistake,
Throwing it away to become a herbivore's prey,
When I thought I'd be your pumpkin pie...