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

backhand compliment.

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."