HIGHER STANDARDS

 
you are now the standard
that i will use
to judge all other men by.
you have changed my views.

i'm just not used
to being treated like that.
i'm used to being
called ugly and fat,

and being made to do things
that i don't want to do,
and putting up with that shit
because i felt that i had to.

it's not like that with you,
you're too fucking nice.
your compliments embarrass me,
almost make me cry.

i was so surprised
when you called me back.
i just thought we hooked up
and that was that.

i'm not complaining,
i don't want you to think
that that's all you were.
your affect on me was deep.

you made me believe
that there really are men
who are hot on the outside
and way hotter within.

the concept of that
is so foreign to me.
sure, i've dreamt of it,
but never thought it could be.

but thats what you are,
inside and out.
every aspect of you
is what i dream about.

you are built like a god,
so tall, dark and strong.
and that's such a cliché
but it's not wrong.

your sense of style,
your personality,
the sound of your voice,
the things you say to me,

the smell of your sweat
and the look in your eyes
has a power over me
like i'm hypnotized.

i love everything about you
you just have no clue
what i really think,
how i feel about you.