sometimes I'm a stark black bottle
skull and crossbones adorning my front
warning and taunting you
of what's to come

but other times I'm a pastel pink flask
made intriguing and inviting
with beautiful images of daisies and unachievable happiness
tempting you to open me up
only to view what is in the interior
immediately to close me up and hastily walk away
without a mere second glance

unfortunately all I want
all I've ever wanted
but what I don't allow myself have
is for someone to see my skull and crossbones warning
see the poison that is contained in
and drink my love
because
not everything is as it seems