I liked her.
Her blue lips and silver fingers,
They were part of her.
She was really pretty.
My friend slapped me on the back
For getting a kiss from her
Like it was a competition.
But it wasn't,
He wouldn't have been able to handle her anyways.
She's her own person,
An enigma of her own.
I didn't understand her myself.
She was beautiful.
She was alive.
I didn't see her again.
Until the weekend.
She was covered in blue paint
In the paint store.
I needed to repaint my room,
She offered to help me.
She's in my house,
In my room.
We're alone.
Together.
I wonder if she'll kiss me again.
