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.

You can find the written poem on my blog. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support

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