Days of the Week

Maybe I'm a cynic, because everything that leaves your mouth is just so fucking hilarious.

Maybe I'm a romantic, because i stole this bit of your sweater and I sleep with your sheets wrapped around me at midnight.

Maybe I'm a masochist, because a bit of your bootprint still stains my wincing smile.

Maybe I'm a hero, because my face is on your magazine cover.

Maybe I'm an artist, because all I see are your colors across my canvas.

Maybe I'm a reject, because I was never invited to my suprise birthday.

Maybe I'm a narcissist, because I know that this face never fails to please me.

Maybe I'm a liar, because everything that leaves my lips is a fucking lie.