Hey guys, so this is a poem that I wrote in the car during an 8-hour drive. I guess I was in Huddy withdrawal/anticipation from the new promo pics...anyways I just felt a sudden need to write! And this is my first contribution to the Huddy fandom, so I apologize if it sucks :P Please tell me what anda think of it, and enjoy!
***
They always say,
"It's complicated,"
when they don't want to believe
that it's simple.
If it's simple, why is it so hard?
I think to myself,
"We're complicated."
Are we?
I'm a perjurer,
but you're a felon.
I'm lonely,
but you've got no one.
One night, anda gave me everything I asked for
so can I ask for one lebih thing?
Can anda look at me
and see into my heart?
Can anda not let yourself be fooled
when I say "I don't cinta you"?
Can anda make it easier for me?
Because anda were too late.
I was there, and anda weren't,
so when he came,
I went with him instead.
When anda got there,
I was gone.
So anda owe me this.
Tell me why it was so hard
to lie to you.
Tell me why I held your hand,
when anda couldn't even feel it.
Tell me why I wasn't just there
to protect hospital property.
Because I have no idea.
I don't know why I feel like
all I can think about is you.
anda really are
the most screwed up person in the world
anda were broken
so many times
and no one fixed you.
I don't know if I can.
I think it might be too late for that.
But can anda fix yourself?
Can anda remember why,
when everyone knew this was going somewhere,
anda made sure that it didn't?
Why anda stood and stared through the window
instead of knocking on the door?
anda were scared.
Scared of what anda might have found
if it had opened.
I'm scared too.
That's why
I need anda to tell me
why I was lying when I yelled at anda in Trenton,
why when anda opened up your heart,
underneath the rubble,
I forgot everything I had known
that proved we would never work.
I need anda to tell me.
Because it's frightening,
jumping into the darkness
and not knowing if there's anything there
to break my fall.
Why can't anda just tell me?
You've always known all the answers.
Is it a sickness?
How long do I have?
Can anda fix me?
But of course,
my pertanyaan are rhetorical.
I know the answer
even if I don't want to admit it.
There is no answer.
The scariest part of it is
this truth:
cinta is simple.
It's too simple
and I need it to be complicated.
I cinta you.
That's not hard to understand.
There are no undertones, no double meaning.
But how can it be so simple,
when it's so hard?
I need reasons
because then I'll have a backup plan.
I'll understand
so I can prepare and I can make sure
that I won't get hurt.
But this is the price.
It's nonnegotiable.
I know, but I'm stalling.
Do I really want to pay?
Is what you're selling
worth it?
In the end, though, I know
that I won't be able to resist.
I want too much
to know what I will find
when I finally reach the end,
when I get to the bottom.
But to do that,
I have to put on a blindfold
and step over the edge.
I'm still not so sure,
but it's too late now.
There's no turning back.
My wings
haven't grown yet,
and I've let myself fall,
blind and uncertain.
So I guess we'll have to see if,
at the end,
there will be someone there to catch me.
***
Quick note: I realized after typing this up that it was loosely based on one of Cuddy's lines in the (amazing) final scene of the season 6 finale. She says "I just need to know if anda and I can work", and I guess that's what inspired this. Oh, and just to clarify, this poem is basically what Cuddy is silently saying to House.
***
They always say,
"It's complicated,"
when they don't want to believe
that it's simple.
If it's simple, why is it so hard?
I think to myself,
"We're complicated."
Are we?
I'm a perjurer,
but you're a felon.
I'm lonely,
but you've got no one.
One night, anda gave me everything I asked for
so can I ask for one lebih thing?
Can anda look at me
and see into my heart?
Can anda not let yourself be fooled
when I say "I don't cinta you"?
Can anda make it easier for me?
Because anda were too late.
I was there, and anda weren't,
so when he came,
I went with him instead.
When anda got there,
I was gone.
So anda owe me this.
Tell me why it was so hard
to lie to you.
Tell me why I held your hand,
when anda couldn't even feel it.
Tell me why I wasn't just there
to protect hospital property.
Because I have no idea.
I don't know why I feel like
all I can think about is you.
anda really are
the most screwed up person in the world
anda were broken
so many times
and no one fixed you.
I don't know if I can.
I think it might be too late for that.
But can anda fix yourself?
Can anda remember why,
when everyone knew this was going somewhere,
anda made sure that it didn't?
Why anda stood and stared through the window
instead of knocking on the door?
anda were scared.
Scared of what anda might have found
if it had opened.
I'm scared too.
That's why
I need anda to tell me
why I was lying when I yelled at anda in Trenton,
why when anda opened up your heart,
underneath the rubble,
I forgot everything I had known
that proved we would never work.
I need anda to tell me.
Because it's frightening,
jumping into the darkness
and not knowing if there's anything there
to break my fall.
Why can't anda just tell me?
You've always known all the answers.
Is it a sickness?
How long do I have?
Can anda fix me?
But of course,
my pertanyaan are rhetorical.
I know the answer
even if I don't want to admit it.
There is no answer.
The scariest part of it is
this truth:
cinta is simple.
It's too simple
and I need it to be complicated.
I cinta you.
That's not hard to understand.
There are no undertones, no double meaning.
But how can it be so simple,
when it's so hard?
I need reasons
because then I'll have a backup plan.
I'll understand
so I can prepare and I can make sure
that I won't get hurt.
But this is the price.
It's nonnegotiable.
I know, but I'm stalling.
Do I really want to pay?
Is what you're selling
worth it?
In the end, though, I know
that I won't be able to resist.
I want too much
to know what I will find
when I finally reach the end,
when I get to the bottom.
But to do that,
I have to put on a blindfold
and step over the edge.
I'm still not so sure,
but it's too late now.
There's no turning back.
My wings
haven't grown yet,
and I've let myself fall,
blind and uncertain.
So I guess we'll have to see if,
at the end,
there will be someone there to catch me.
***
Quick note: I realized after typing this up that it was loosely based on one of Cuddy's lines in the (amazing) final scene of the season 6 finale. She says "I just need to know if anda and I can work", and I guess that's what inspired this. Oh, and just to clarify, this poem is basically what Cuddy is silently saying to House.