I may come as bitter,
Maybe a little murky as well.
I maybe a little too short-tempered,
Where every inch of your skin screams
as soon as it touches my shell I reside in—
It's called a glass perphaps.
Even though I may appear dark at first,
Maybe a little too selfish at times—
Where I end up burning your taste buds unkowingly,
leaving an unpleasant pain behind.
You still don't seem to give up on me.
To my every bitter taste,
You add sugar making every moment sweet
and memorable.
You and I are bitter-sweet,
Like sugar in coffee.
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