The bags under my eyes remind me of you and a lot of my favorite things reek of you too. so i hate you more for that than you’ll ever know because you ruined things for me that i thought i'd love till i grew old. like pictures of the sky and the view of the clouds when you’re a mile high in the window seat on a long plane ride, like thunderstorms where zeus shows off his powers, like phone calls that last for hours and hours until you wake up and realize the call never ended so you wait for the other person to rise and ask about their dreams, but let's go back to you tainting other things, like shows and movies i planned to watch, like every time i see three fours on a clock, like my favorite places in your city, my favorite foods to eat, and even one of my favorite books to read. but i refuse to give up on the things that i love. I'm just mad because for some time they’ll be attached to you but the day i forget will be a dream come true.
eyebags – Stories by Noelle
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