Love is in the air,
Yet I am too afraid to breath it.
I do not know what it is,
But something is wrong with me.
Life is moving, and I am standing still.
I have given it my all, yet it still was good enough.
I am still in the place I was before.
Friends have come and gone.
Some even came back, but they are gone again.
I have never left.
The place I have left behind is my home,
And I crave for it every day, but I want to go back.
Not me, I am still standing in the place that has become my comfort.
I never been in love, and I do not think that love is for me.
I want to feel the love that the people that walk the streets feel.
The need to have someone that makes want to live and get up.
I cannot do that.
I need to go, but I cannot.
There are people that need me more than I need myself.
That cannot last.
Maybe I just need to leave.