When i am not myself i feel green

Peel back my laters when you hold me 

Fleshy on the outside mushy on the inside 

Let the juices flow from my fruit. 

Look me on the surface and see my scratches 

How they reflect from the oil of my skin 

If you push me hard enough the further 

You'll crush me within

Focus and listen as you break my surface 

My outer casings become undone 

Perceive me inward as you would from my image 

Pick at my meat on the line 

My aroma is as strong as i am tangy 

I can't help my pheromone from attraction 

Consume me like it is your intent 

Pull my strings if you think it makes scent 

Taste the wedges you tore from me 

Drain me from the fluids i held inside 

Chew my guts and savor them well 

Does an orange taste as bitter as it smells?