My head’s lover

Remember that man I told you I loved and loved me? Well in my head? He came back knocking at the temple of my ear. I knew he was coming only to dent the crown on my head and I shouldn’t open the door. Besides I had locked my heart in my rib cage. A baby girl is tired of breathing borrowed air. I shouldn’t let him in I’m smarter than that. Now if only I can find that key. The last place I saw it was my eye lids. I used it to lock up my tear ducts. Oh well the tears may as well start flowing again.