astounding my heart is pounding, mind racing, feet pacing, hands shaking, i feel myself breaking. i don't know how it got this way i guess my brain just love’s to see me breaking. its like my brain is a separate creature. plotting against me wanting to test me just so it can best me because a body without a mind is broken. I heard that ignorance is blissfulness but i never understood that phrase till my mind left me to fend for myself, it said *******, you get no help. now you have to deal with the two things that matter most and i'm not here to help you. ******* it can't you hear that i am literally yelling this in your ear. the next time your mind leaves you i want you to allow me to lend you my ear so that your cries fall not on deaf ears but someone who will actually shed tears, listen to your fears, and hear what you want someone to hear. don't worry i'm here.

...I know in my heart, you are someone I'm longing for...
....I know in my heart, you are the whisper in my ear...
....I know in my heart, you are the one I'm waiting for...
....and I know in my heart, I've already found you....

I don't mean to inundate you
With the writing of my thoughts
When you're drowning
In you're own
But inside myself
I am vulnerable and delicate
With nowhere to roam
I have endless compassion
And a very sympathetic ear
If you want to talk to me
I am always here.

Learn to talk when the ears are listening
While the heart is the most considering
Speak like having the  most expensive words
As consigned  to a  bank’s best  trusted boards.

Share what you know to a prepared student
Not to a mole or a secret agent
Filter the  tidings like precious diamonds
Offer not to thieves and scary frauds.

A message I learned in each encounter
Made me ruminate and  made me ponder
Trusting too much is just like a poison
It will ruin you now, or **** you soon.

There was a small fly who flew in my ear,
All cosy and warm, with nothing to fear.
A harmless existence, though short on sun,
He beat his wings against my ear drum.
''Its in my ear!!'', I cried in shock,
Whilst those stood round began to mock.
ENOUGH of THIS, my new, near neighbour!
(The car key was ******,
in pain I cussed. . .)
But calm was restored with my makeshift sabre :)

Thank you for not writing
about the colour of my eyes,
or the warmth of my skin,
or the softness of my breath
in your ear.

Thank you for not writing
about the curve of my hips,
or the feel of my lips,
or the darkness of my hair
like damp earth.

Thank you for not writing
about the texture of my voice,
or the contours of my hand,
or the mystery of my smile
and my laugh.

Thank you for writing
about the way you fell in love
with my words.
The same happened to me.

(Oh, but I’m a hypocrite
of course).

I'm sat in a pearl 
on your lips
Mouthing sweet hymns
Of the lemon pips
That you spit from your lips
 
I'm stood in ruby
In your hair
Hearing bitter chorals 
of beetroot stalks
That you hang from your ear.

I'm struck in amethyst 
Through your pupil
Tasting great lilacs
And smelling supple, 
Subtle lavender.