Even though he arrives when I'm moving on
And leaves when I get closer.

Even though we love in pauses
And hate in between them.

Even though he laughs with me
And more often at me.

Even though he protects me from everyone else
And only he can hurt me.

Even though he can stop the tears from flowing
And he has been the one to place them there.

Even after all that,*
I'll still end up choosing him.*
Always

I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes to rest:
I see him,
And every single time:
He reaches out his hand towards me,
Asking me to dance.
but I don't
I never do
I'm not able to,
For I don't know how to dance.
And it kills me
Because
That is probably the last time I'll ever see him,
And I can't even have that one *last dance
With Him...