is this sound okay?

you’re sweet

like those cupcakes your mom used to make

sweet like the smell of those roses that grew outside my window

the softest hint of pink

sweet like the time you told me

you probably love me

when you knew I didn’t love you back

the years have melted past me

like chocolate left too long in the sun

and now I say you’re sweet

because I can tell

you pity me

the lonely bony girl

out of her comfort

out of people who care