I could be whole or split in two. I never wear a jacket but I sometimes wear a shoe. I’m hard as a stone, but I’m not a bone

Im sweet as honey and all the bees love me for without I pollination will surely gone goodbye.

The merchant with his unjust scales, the man that speaks with forked tongue, they steal my name and then there's me; the pest controlling decent one!

I’m a contained body of water, often manmade. Add an F to my beginning and I’m unreliable. Add a B to my beginning, and I’m a name for both males and females.

Ripples dangerously dancing towards the edge. Waves swirl until they can no longer be contained. Over the edge they tumble into the waters below.