The heart's quite a peculiar business huh?
Flushing faces red at the closest convenience,
Beating like mad in that bony enclosure,
So sure that it'll cure yesterday's fissure?

When I say the heart's craft is unusual
Remember the times you rubbished romance?
Look at you now, all smitten and smug,
Forgotten that you once ran out of luck.

That pumping ticker is a cause for conundrum,
Never once thought it's calamitous cavity filled
Used to look at the gaps between my fingers,
Now it's where your slender digits linger.

It's mad how a lump of flesh acts so bizarre,
Where the red doors were once mauled mush,
Stands someone so special, she's salient,
The only medication needed for my ailment.

If you ask me, there's
a concrete reason
As to why the saying,
"Heads over heels"
is correct in every way possible.

You fall, and fall hard.
Till it's almost impossible to get up again.
One astray Jenga block pulled,
Bam.
Down toppling you go. You lose.

I hate your big, gummy smile,
The way I hate Tesco's cereal aisle.

And I'll always love that grainy lane.
Even on days when it looks so plain.

But seriously,
I loathe your gummy grin,
The way I loathe that cereal lane.

Oh dear, knock on my door,
Check if anyone's home.
Ignore the "Closed" sign,
Just stride right inside.
I'll wipe my half-dried eyes
and embrace you again.
Diluted dregs, I'll mix anew,
A full cup you'll have, in lieu.
Have a sip, lift that sour frown,
I promise you'll be safe & sound.

Knock on my door, oh dear,
I'm always idle here.

To the next person I decide
to pour my heart's content to,

Know that you won't be Jon Snow,
Who knows nothing.

Know that I don't hate sand,
And love all, not just the men, but the women and children too.

Know that when I say "I don't freeze",
I always will at the sight of you.

Know that the only thing I can promise,
Is honesty, as the most dishonest Stinson did when he married.

And above all that,
Know that I'll be me.
My most genuine self.
Because that's who you chose to be with.

It's so **** confusing,
The puzzle is complete
but a piece is missing.
Where'd it go?

It's there, right there!
But no, that isn't it!
The grooves don't fit!
It's leaves me irate!

In a furious fit,
The puzzle is scrambled.
Back to square one!
When will this piece be done?!

how tragic!

the ones we want to love,
will never know the intense fire burning inside us,
for them,

and the ones we get to love,
are burning for someone else.