I'm hard to handle;
like a shot of vodka
I burn on the way down
and only some will come back
for seconds -
because my kindness
does not make me
easier to swallow.
I'm an acquired taste
for a specific breed.
No one can take me
in large doses,
a teaspoon a day
goes a long way.
Alcohol never came
with a recommended
serving size.
I'm a glass of water
in disguise -
so please,
drink slowly.
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Everyone seems to think I'm nice, but if you're my friend you'll know I'm quite the oxymoron. Many of my friends know this about me, if you have not experienced this from me often, we are mere acquaintances and that is okay. Because I'd rather be a good acquaintance than use to be friends who ended on a hard note because our personalities clashed. But maybe that's just from psychology knowledge I picked up in school
