Once upon a time
I mistook aged bruises for flowers
The yellows and greens had me confusing
them for flower petals and stems.
I somehow missed the backhand in
I always thought sweet words were meant
to taste like burnt honey.
And I never noticed the "brutal," in "brutal honesty."
I just thought this was your way of saying, " I love you."
And I thought my silence was how you say, "I love you too."