Valentines Day.
Two thousand eight
A hundred flowers swirled from the flower sale that day
A friend thought it would be funny
Send a flower from him to me
With me to the dance? The flower would have said
I would have thought it funny in the way it would end

It didn't end as planned.
To and From confused
From me to him it said
Art class came the news.
I deny but none of the stupid boys believe that.
They think it funny that my secret is revealed
I didn't want him to know

He never talks to me now
He's got a girlfriend now

That stupid flower
My stupid friend
Stupid me.