Buy me forget-me-nots,
Because roses are prickly
And violets are violet, not blue.
And besides, I want to remember you forever.

Sometimes I don’t quite understand
What happened to me,
Because I used to be filled with angst and
Ridden with grit and gnashing teeth.

And all my poems have turned
Sappy and for some strange reason,
Something in me doesn’t seem to mind, because
If I’m sappy I may as well be sappy for you.

So, cheers, you’ve got me
Conflicted, wondering if I’m this way or that,
And if this makes you happy then
Perhaps I wouldn’t much mind it one bit.