Anthology of Sweetness

I notice

I notice
Ive counted how many times you've said you hate me a joke
Ive lost count of how many times I've blown fireworks in your honor
And I have felt the ache of cold silence when it was my turn to perform. The stab of jealousy, plunged into my back like a dagger when I turn to give you your flowers
You are springtime to my autumn
Weak and unripe
You steal from my garden
You twist my words when you mention my name in your stories and still i welcome you with open arms
I have no regrets leaving you be