I have always despised you,
For you have a hold on me.
And you will always have that,
However old I grow out to be.
You will always lure the child in me,
to build paper boats and doodle on windows.
And you will always remind me of my youth,
And my Love-Hate relationship with you.
The petrichor will stay,
Long after the memories are gone,
Reminding me of the affair that could have been,
Had I not stayed indoors.