Ha.
Sometimes I get mixed up in bittersweet desire, a longing that is so wondrous and beyond me that I lose track of who I am; it doesn't matter.

Oh to feel it in the waking moments, in the noontide and the after hours. I hope you're singing someone's song in warm bittersweet desire. Ha.

I hope you love someone. That'd be nice, I think. If not, I hope you find someone. That'd be grand, I think. Posh, what a romantic I have ever been. Ha.

I never intended to stay.