Writing Prompt III; why I fell out of love with myself

Oh dull boy, your glow has worn off 

And it’s mystical glass beams have shattered

No more do I long your scent

Which reeked of adventurous spirit 

Your love has run dry 

And its nectar once sweet

No longer do I desire your flesh or spirit

the past you have become

And dust I return to be. 

- lower east side of heaven