christmas wasn't merry and new year wouldn't be happy
with you

the art of self deprecation

when i get a compliment, I always turn the cheek, 
batting it away like it doesn't belong to me. 
Over the years I've learnt to feign a thank you on internet and phone 
but if you say it to my face, i just don't hear it

you may think my smile is the cutest, my eyes the brownest  
or even write poems about the curve of my legs or the sculpted shoulders, 
i may not argue but in my heart i would still brush them off as kind yet silly remarks 
silently blaming the lights, makeup or an eye defect

If i assembled a space rocket, i'd say even a child could've done it. 

I'm a mess and will always be.