Love, is in the air.

Love in the air, It almost has a taste, a smell, so much of it that its almost solid.
I cant stand it the sound, smell, feeling, Makes my stomach churn, and the cold dead thing that is my heart aches from the longing of it.
Though there it is, Love, Everywhere taunting me, teasing me.
I just keep my head down to not see it, I hold my breath so I wont smell it, I keep my mouth closed to not taste it, I keep to myself to not let anyone in, I dont want anyone.
But my heart knows the truth, it cant be lied to, no masks, no lies can fool my heart, It knows that I want, Need, someone.
But im not ready yet, not again, I wont be ready for a while, So till then, Love will continue to torture me.

And till then, Ill like like a zombie.
Its my choice, mine alone.