Forget-me-nots

Forget-me-nots

I am forgotten, though 

Somehow I represent love.

I am often misidentified,

As Lilacs and weeds.

How can I be love,

If no one really knows me?

My turquoise face,

Surrounds my golden eye.

I’ve been plucked,

And pulled from the sediment.

Tossed elsewhere,

And laying on the topsoil.

When I am finally remembered,

It is still just as lonesome and dramatic.

I am used,

until I am all shriveled up.

I guess I am like love.

I have seen people push away,

Avoid, and reject its warm lure.

I am ripped from the Earth’s heart,

Like humanities’ own.

I do not wish to be forgotten.

I do not wish to be love.

I simply want to be an individual.

I simply want to be a flower