We Once Brewed Our Own

The answer is at the bottom of that bottle.
When you get there apologize to my inhibitions.
Tell them I'll text them sorry in the morning.
I gaze upon the foamy pit that supposedly holds the solution to this equation that has lurked in the hallways since march...
It follows me into the bedroom and now, the office.
This brew was designed to make you care less and better yet, forget.
I now realize the solution to my biggest problem is cleverly poised
as this voluptuous fragile creature.
I handled it with care, aware of the volatility
when it breaks you will get cut
It also comes in green and clear.
Green for the envy it will undoubtedly inflict
clear for the transparency of its intent.
It's labeled with the appropriate warnings,
but other that the surgeon generals shallow concern and an aesthetically pleasing label,
there's is not much more to gather about its origin or even it's fate.
In an expected act of selfishness, she climbs into my veins
and injects a few moments of utter euphoria,
influences me to do things I swore I would never do,
then decides her work has been done.
Another one down.
She collects her things and exits in an opposite fashion of her arrival.
I wake up the next morning feeling destroyed by the liquid that flows through her glass veins.
Everything hurts and I always tell myself I'll never do that again.