Long Road Home

When I left town, I was young and dumb, lost in a haze of drugs and partying.
When that haze lifted, it knocked me down, toying with my life.
I came back home. A different person. A shell of myself.

He was there. He was always there. And, I couldn't stop myself.
His sweet words, his warm arms, his soft kisses. It was like I never left.
He drew me in, under a spell, made me feel loved.

But sometimes, love is not enough. Sometimes, addictions take over. Or, sometimes, it's simply our pasts...
Mine c...