I have my moments,
I tend to sometimes lie,
I might forget things or not even try.

I might roll my eyes,
Flip a finger or two.
But I'm a teenager,
Weren't you one too?

I try to be nice,
I don't want to be mean.
I try to be different,
But it's part of the routine.

I may have different crushes every week,
Maybe a beau or two,
But I have never not loved you.

Don't give up on me.
I'm sorry for the wear and tear.
But I'm worth it in the end,
I promise,
I swear.