Heart Damage

It won't die,
trying to kill time
waiting for my mouth 
to catch up to my mind
my lips still cannot speak 
upon the thoughts
my heart desires to leak
the point of my insight, so pivotal
pitiful it's based on relating the physical 
if it's my thought process that harbors emotions 
and my heart is but my blood's host then
my mind is mine for love's notions 
which explains the brain's strain
whenever I simply think your name 
I see wisdom grow through experience
but emotional intelligence interferes with this
there's no logic in love mind you,
my brain cells need healing 
you've lowered my I.Q.
with simply a feeling