10 Things I Hate About You

2

Remember your first taste?
I do
Here's another thing to add
To the Ten Things I Hate About You

Your first lick
Your first drop
The feeling of the cup
And your lip-lock

The smile that overcame your face
Only added
To the soon-to-form disgrace.

Now what was it
Sitting in your glass
Was it wine
Which slowed times pass?

No, it's not what you would expect
It put our heads to the test
Meeting your lips, at a merry meet
Was Vodka
Sour yet sweet
Then Sooner or later
It put you to rest

That was just the beginning
Of what was yet to come
It didn't end up being just a drop
What happened next
Sent us all to run.

All that filled your mind
The coming days
Was the thought of your next glass
Sending everything else into haze

I never understood
How you found it so appealing
So then you turned away
Only to have that excuse
For another glass to meet your lips