You make up my anatomy
You're the specks of color in the iris of my eyes
They remember the way your smile looked
Little microscopic pieces of you flow in my blood from when you were there before
You're the bruises I used to find in a quick glance that I didn't know were there.

Your scent is sewn in my brain and frequently makes spontaneous trips to my nose and causes me to grimace in nostalgia
But mostly pain;
You're the taste of blood in my mouth when I try to kiss someone else
You tasted that way when we last kissed.

You put your dagger in my heart when we were together and when you left
You took it with you, leaving the gaping hole that is always hurting
It's all that's left

I wish the tiny microfibers would grow and repear the tear to how it was before you
But it's too deep and still fresh even after two years,
And my antibodies aren't strong enough to rid you out of my system.