Velvet Nostalgia

In a wave of desperation, I found you. Or you found me. I embraced you, felt your warmth, smelt your sweet, sweet scent. Ever so capturing and frightening, I guess I lost focus again—just enough for you to come again and haunt me, tie me, keep me hidden. I relapsed. I came to you again. The rush of feeling you coursing through my veins once more made me feel right back at home. I hate you.