Don’t

Don’t misunderstand formality with kindness,
bitterness with an opportunity for compassion
and compliments with interest.

Don’t be deceived by battling eyes that seem to pore into your being,
nor swept by sweet words of invisible poison.
They don’t belong.

Alcohol runs through one’s veins like lips on fire,
whilst ice shall always extinguish.
Things are not always what they seem.

Though I really wish they were.