One-shot Compilations

If I Could...

I always want to see the people that I love happy,
I will always be eager to watch them experience the best things this life has to offer,
Seeing him down was an experience I would never want to relive,
The face I never wanted to see him with,
The face of hopelessness and resignation,
The face of anguish and defeat,
The face of distress and agony,
That look l didn't want to see from him,
That look I never expected to see from him,
I love him,
I know that every part of me loves him,
From his almond eyes,
Which turns savage or the gentlest one that will stare at you,
His lips that transform into a sweet smile or a mocking grin,
The way he teaches me things just so I can defend myself,
I knew I love him,
Like a brother; like a friend

I am courageous and always the first to take the leap, but I'm not able to handle my emotions properly,
He manages his emotions well, but he lacks the courage to act,
He's a rational thinker, I'm irrational,
He thinks logically; I think intuitively,
He plans his way forward: I am impulsive and reckless,
He is quick to answer all the insults; I let go most of the time,
He has many friends: I have a couple that understands me,
He wants to go out with his friends most of the time; I like to be alone indoors,
He is talkative when there are a lot of people; I am quiet and awkward in a crowd,
He's silent and he listens when it's just the two of us; I speak a lot when it's just us both,
He thinks I'm holy, I think I'm evil.
I rely on him emotionally.
He's the only one who to have seen my raw, real emotions, but I have never seen him that way.
He's not the kind of guy who carries his feelings up his sleeve like I do.
He prefers to drink or perform extreme sports just to be able to deal with his problems.
He prefers to meet new people and kill time over sulking and showing his emotions.
He's surrounded by invisible armor that keeps his feeling safe.
He can deny it to death, but I can sense his emotions straight away.
Maybe because I'm an Empath,
That I would instantaneously see any subtle change in his expressions or emotions.
Maybe because I know him well enough to know what his problem is,
Or maybe it's because I value him so much that I would always notice the changes in his actions,
I tend to notice behavioral changes instantly with the people I love,

If I could, I would wipe away the tears on his face,
To tell him to stop crying and that together we're going to figure this out,
Not to mention two heads are better than one,
But I remember a man ought to cry too, so I let him be,
I let him grieve in my shoulders as my heart broke a million times for him,
If I could, I would do whatever he asked me to do if that would make him feel better,
I could do things that he would like me to do for him,
I could write him a poem, sing for him, cook for him, make him laugh so I could see that smile on his face again,
If I could, I'd help him,
But I can't fix his problem with what I have.
It's not something I could help him with, but I will always be here for him,
Just like the time when I needed someone and he was there for me,
If I could, I would rob him of his sorrow,
To make me the one in pain,
I'm all for it,
I already went through many things,
Such pain shall be but one of my scars,
I can bleed, but I will always recover,
Yes, it may take a little while, but I still live.
If I could, I would bear his burden upon him,
I was used with heavy loads and my scars are evidence of that,
If I could, I would go to heaven and beg the gods to spare him.
No, please, not the man I dearly cherish.
I could be punished instead.
They can send me to hell for what it's worth,
Spare him from suffering and sorrow,
He might have a lot of mistakes, but deep down, he's a good man.
I could stake my life just to prove he is.
But when I felt his tears fall all over my skin,
While I felt his shoulders tremble,
As I felt him so vulnerable,
When I felt him crash,
I too felt my heart and soul falling apart with him,
As if our hearts were synchronized at that point.
I could sense the pain,
His sorrow,
It's like his feelings are mine,
I've always been weaker than him,
The emotionally charged one,
I know I should be the toughest then,
But my tears will not cease to fall for him,
While I sensed his sadness,
His pain,
His grief,
If I could... I wouldn't allow this man to suffer,
If there's a transfer button, I would transfer any of his pain to me or he could share it with me,
I have no problem with that.
After all, this is what it means to love a person,
To bear their suffering.
To share the grief,
I do love him.
With each piece of me.
Every single molecule in my body,
I love him,
I'd always want him to be happy,
To see him bright and sunny,
I love him in a platonic way.
After all, I consider him as a brother to another parent.
Not everybody can understand the way I feel about him,
I love him,
He's my best friend,
My confidant,
My brother,
My protector,
And if I could, I'd rather it be me who suffers now.
I wish I could... but I can't.