polarity

i lost my lace i wanted to glue it to her shirt, that way shed be all pretty and ready for her big show. one month hangin up on a wall, of a place that i could believe in. but no, i showed it to a dream, drunkenly, he will never turn his lights on again. and the red head will always be on the phone and he will always paint her instead. we are the same dragon, and the same fish, with the same penetrating eyes, and eastern blood. eating the young girls, taking them home on the train, following my fellow dragon. the lace is gone, and i sent him a letter underneath his door. feeling timid in seeing him again... daggering me with those eyes and dreams of my childish ways and how he can hold them so understandingly in his hands.