Losing

Too many things to say, but closing the mouth.
Too many to write, but no more inspiration.
A lot of hugs to give, but I'm with the wrong people.

Can imagine the world without me,
much better than without you,
but wanting to stay.
We want to live, but like we want,
otherwise we don't.

And I miss the air, the one that you're using.
Breath for me,my brain is confusing.
I'm not imploring a baby or to be a wife,
I only have so much to live, but no life.

Too human to win that.
Too strong to lose, but losing.