In My Headspace Poem by g george

Deep down in my head space I'm lost,
An imagination of what could be, almost a reality
A wish for it all to cease I plead  not,
Perhaps it's in the oxytocin it releases on me,
And  ecstasy  I hold

Word I gave out, now my turn to practice it,
Is it good to stick to my guns  or better off let her  be
The one I canst not let myself have,

Love's definition, that which  gets you out of your head,
It's kind, patient, fosters trust and insists not on its own
Her presence makes me nervous, in a good way,
Her glance, oh that smile, and brilliance blows me out of my head
And a world, once  perfect  and impossible for us to co exist, a new  yet stepping in it, seems rather nebulous

Yet in this storm of thoughts and heart's fierce play,
Hope whispers soft, it will find its way.

@ggeorge