Confessions Unspoken by DSDragon

"It is fun to debate."
I say, only half-way
Lying about my reasons
For speaking to you.

Our conversations do not abate
When, after half a day
Of theories, rebuttals, and "virtual liaisons,"
We have passed the time through.

Your conversing skills, those I cannot rate,
For I would be biased in a way.
And of all the persons,
Day by day, that I speak to,

You are the exception. Yes, it is true.
Not so much do I speak to others,
Not by voice, nor by pen.
Why do we speak so often?
Because I love you.

Empathy by DSDragon

I read your words,
Feel the pain of which you write.
You say that life hurts,
But you can't change it.
You aren't willing to fight.

I try to help;
I don't know what to do.
And yet, there are times,
I know that I've gotten through.

Other times, I wrack my brains
To find something that will make you
Leave the sorrow behind;
Something to remind you how to laugh.

All in vain.
You become weary,
Time and again.
I do not know how
To help you anymore.

How much I wish I knew,
You can never surmise.
I care for you:
More with everything I realize about you.

I love you:
More than words can say.
I wish there were a way
For me to know how
To help you through every sorrow,
And through all the pain.

But every time is different.
Nothing works the same.
If I were told that
There was one single way to help you,
Every time helping lessen the pain.
I would be the first to try.

But now,
Helpful or not,
All I can do is cry.

Never-Met Friends by DSDragon

Have we talked, hours on end?
After your midnight, were you abed?
Religion we have talked about...
Reeling debates, we have spoken a few...
Intriguing conversations, both old, and new.

We have talked of music, haven't we?
A song's lyrics you have sent to me.
How is it that we talk so much
Like old friends, although very new?
Reason and affection meet as one.
Old ideas molded with new
Opinions to form a friendship so far away, yet close, and fast becoming more.
Still, without meeting, will it endure?

What I Wish You Could See so That You Would See Me for Me and for How I Feel About You by DSDragon

I'm happy for you,

I really am.

It's a blessing that you've found

Someone who, to you, is easier to be around.

You deserve someone to keep you warm,

Someone who will keep you from doing harm

To yourself, or those who you hate the most.

Oh dear.

You're asking for advice,

For counsel on what to do,

What to say to her.

Do I tell you to leave her,

And then keep you for myself

In a triumphant, if pitiful, fit of jealousy?

Or do I tell you what I,

In similar circumstances,

Would do?

Do I tell you what I would do if I felt I was using

Someone I cared about and loved,

As you feel you are doing to her?

Should I give you the best advice I am able,

The window into a woman's heart

(Not only hers, not just any woman's,

But my own desires as well),

And then leave the decision to you,

No matter how badly that decision is capable

Of tearing me inside-out?

Or do I tell you to leave her,

And then swoop in?

That would be against my nature,

My befriended and beloved Finn.

But, If I were to be the jealous one,

I would win;

Although, not by much.

For, not only would I betray my best friend in the world,

But also someone he cared for,

And who cares for him as much as I.

With all of your life's troubles,

You deserve someone

Who cares for you as well as,

Or better than I ever can,

So far away,

I being an American.