Maybe it was your dark curly hair.

You had the longest pipe cleaner tendrils that bounced when you laughed.

Or maybe it was your translucent skin.

So different than mine so pale like cracked porcelain on nosveratu.

Maybe it was how you dressed.

You always wore slim slick thin dresses or any thing sheer or any thing that clung and swayed whenever the wind blew and never came below your knees.

Maybe it was your impossibly crafted breasts.

I never understood for as large as they were how they were always sitting straight up when you had nothing on.

It could have been when you were high and you kissed me.

That was new.

I had the biggest crush on you for 123 hours.

Maybe it was because…

You’re beautiful.

And I’m jealous.