You arent my type 

You are bland to my taste buds 

You are too clear 

Too obvious 

Too transparent 

I read you like crystal 

You just aren’t my type 

You, tall glass of refreshment 

Meant to quench my thirst 

Hydrate my dry desert skin 

But I do not trust you 

Or maybe, 

I trust you too much 

Because I know what to expect 

When you are placed before me 

On my table 

Into my hands 

You disgust me 

You, tall drink of water 

You, too good for me 

Necessity for life 

I see right through you 

And you are not my type