two years and love still tastes like you,

bittersweet,

a poison.

two years and love still feels like you,

your arms around me,

your skin warmer than anything

I've ever felt in this cold place

two years and love still looks like you,

your face burned into my brain,

a scar to remember for eternity.

two years and when people talk about love,

my mind forms it into a person,

a face,

a touch,

a smell.

you.

I wish you'd disappear.

I wish you'd leave me in peace.

I wish I could separate you from love,

but I'm afraid you've become its definition.