Small
Desolate human
Burning for something more
Once so young and foolish
Now bitter
I cannot let go the fleeting feelings of love even though they are ages old
I fail to remember them without a wave of fog over me
I am lost
And head over heels in what used to be
I often wonder what it would be like
I think I want it
Possibly I miss it
Silly me
I poisoned myself with such ideas
I almost forgot 

I've dedicated myself to the life of cynic.