8:42 PM or Pedestals

I’m starting to think that my expertise is putting people
On pedestals
I think I do it because I am under the impression
That it will be easier to see you up there
But what I fail to realize
Is that it’s hard to see with the sun in your eyes
I can’t make out the details so I just fill them in as I see fit
Add a few qualities here ascribe some traits there
And presto!
I have a brand new idol to worship

Ever since the day that I realized
That I have a type
Not only in theory
But to my utter dismay
Also in practice
That can be summed up in 10 very little but very descriptive words
It has been all down hill and fill in the blank from there

Your dark hair and dark eyes are matched perfectly
By your darker still sense of humor
Making you not only rather amusing, but also very skilled at
Spinning awkward social situations into cloaks of protective humor
i.e. my 15 year old cousins baby shower
Or the shotgun wedding immediately after

Your politically minded nature makes you very knowledgeable
About domestic as well as world affairs
Causing you to not only be a good source of information
But also a good source for making my panties wet
(Jesus, she is such a slut)

You’re terribly witty and clever which, no doubt,
Gives you impeccable taste in music
Yet you somehow remain un-pretentious about it
And open minded- willing to try bands that other people recommend
Which I was beginning to think was a combination
Of qualities incompatible with one another

Your are certainly charming
Which makes you a great conversationalist
And a delightful party guest
Easily and eloquently commenting on everything
From Camus to Kerouac to Craigslist
With a mere flick of the tongue
(Which also, by the way is very, very skilled)



And because you know all of this
You’re cocky
Which means
I cannot resist you
You beautiful bastard