melted

the girl in the corner of the room

she's blue but i'm red in the face
i think i want more from her
than i can handle
then, can i take her hand
give her a hand with the groceries
she's not real
but i put them away
for someone who wants
blueberries, refrigerated in their yogurt
on a morning when i'm invisible
nowadays everything feels like
that kind of night
the cold sore under my lip rubbed too raw
phone light blasting me with artificial energy
it's not quite blue (blue would be you)
and i spend another hour searching
headlights on half blast
not quite willing to find
who i've been looking for.