i wonder how it's doing
i hope when u look at it
u know it means i'll be back
because irresistibly
sinfully
crazily
i find myself wanting to see u again
and even if this thing may end
even if u find that person who will love u
and never leave ur side
please dont forget my red toothbrush
and that little infinite space separating the
finiteness of love (lust)
and the things love (lust) makes us do