Kindness is an apple

but you’re an orange

hiding your true nature

under a thick peel

and upon release your soul

freely jumps into the eyes of the observer.

Politeness is a grape

but you’d rather be a grapefruit,

a big, hunkering grapefruit.

Your unsubtle taste overpowering all

and you can only go down covered

in a mound of sugar.

Your personality

is as prickly as a pineapple.

And your aroma

is something distinctly durian.

While you could be sweet, bland, and wholesome,

like a peach,

you act out

like a hairy kiwi.

I could squash you under

my foot

or

chomp you down to bits

and swallow you without a second thought.

But I won’t.

Instead, I’m as tolerant

as a sweet strawberry

And accept you as you are

with all the dullness of a watermelon.

My complaints as real

As a blue raspberry

You might be a lemon,

But I make lemonade

If it's too sour,

I add sugar

In the end,

Sweet

Sour

We both sit there

Happily blended in a bowl

Our ripe juices at the bottom

melding together

in a fruit salad.