@merci

I SET THE BAR LOW

I Set the Bar Low

Yeah, I admit it—I set the bar low.
Sometimes, I wonder what was happening in my life
that a simple hi could send me spiraling for you.

I still don’t get it.
Nothing about you screamed my type.
You weren’t an Isak Alexander,
nor an Elon Musk.

You were just one of them—
one of those pretty messed-up guys
with nothing to your name
but a few worn-out shirts,
and honestly, I doubted if they were even yours.

At least tall was my type, yet look at you.
Maybe I could have overlooked that,
but you weren’t just short—
you were ugly too.

And still, somehow,
I gave in and loved you.