Scent

I can't get the smell of you off of me.

The thing I used to love,
Crave.
Stuck, clawing to my hair and skin.

I showered twice when I got home;
After I threw up.
Yet it lingers.

I've been trying to scrub you off for months now.
Feeling like I can finally breathe,
Without catching you:
Your hair,
Body,
Clothes,
Skin,
Lurking around every corner.

But today,
You were back.
Without warning.

And now I'm once again tortured,
By the scent of you.