I was his

His personified muse

He was my heart

My love letter

We never slept together

but we made love

I was his

Passion on paper

I left my mark

on his heart

Tattooed

on his left ventricle

He carries my face

Engraved

in his memory

Latenight

Whispers my name

Sweet

like the Hennessy

on his lips

Like the scent of him

Strength

mixed with blunt truths

Kush breeze

I was his

I am his fix

His soul calls out

Bleeds for me

Innocently

evoking

Intoxicating

Passionately

Explicit dreams

Of his ink

dancing with my ABC’s

Love dream

turned love story

Love story

turned

burnt love letters

Morphed love

Now ash embers

Copyright (c) 2011 Sheilah Martinez

They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder

Maybe we both needed to be just a bit farther

We both thought it would all be the same

But there were no butterflies when I saw your face

I could not explain this awkward detachedness

It was you but it was different

This wasn’t the same person I had been missing

Flashbacks of when your hugs made my heart skip a beat

You had not yet kissed me and I already couldn’t breath

No

Who are you and where is He?

Same face…

Same body….

But not the same heat

Could it be that you’re the same and it is I who has changed?

That as time went by my love for you was replaced?

Was it always a facade?

I keep searching, please help me find you

Is it that I am in love with Him?

The Him that…