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 tu think of it, and enjoy!
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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, tu gave me everything I asked for
so can I ask for one más thing?
Can tu look at me
and see into my heart?
Can tu not let yourself be fooled
when I say "I don't amor you"?
Can tu make it easier for me?
Because tu were too late.
I was there, and tu weren't,
so when he came,
I went with him instead.
When tu got there,
I was gone.
So tu owe me this.
Tell me why it was so hard
to lie to you.
Tell me why I held your hand,
when tu 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.
tu really are
the most screwed up person in the world
tu 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 tu fix yourself?
Can tu remember why,
when everyone knew this was going somewhere,
tu made sure that it didn't?
Why tu stood and stared through the window
instead of knocking on the door?
tu were scared.
Scared of what tu might have found
if it had opened.
I'm scared too.
That's why
I need tu to tell me
why I was lying when I yelled at tu in Trenton,
why when tu opened up your heart,
underneath the rubble,
I forgot everything I had known
that proved we would never work.
I need tu 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 tu just tell me?
You've always known all the answers.
Is it a sickness?
How long do I have?
Can tu fix me?
But of course,
my preguntas 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:
amor is simple.
It's too simple
and I need it to be complicated.
I amor 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 tu 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, tu gave me everything I asked for
so can I ask for one más thing?
Can tu look at me
and see into my heart?
Can tu not let yourself be fooled
when I say "I don't amor you"?
Can tu make it easier for me?
Because tu were too late.
I was there, and tu weren't,
so when he came,
I went with him instead.
When tu got there,
I was gone.
So tu owe me this.
Tell me why it was so hard
to lie to you.
Tell me why I held your hand,
when tu 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.
tu really are
the most screwed up person in the world
tu 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 tu fix yourself?
Can tu remember why,
when everyone knew this was going somewhere,
tu made sure that it didn't?
Why tu stood and stared through the window
instead of knocking on the door?
tu were scared.
Scared of what tu might have found
if it had opened.
I'm scared too.
That's why
I need tu to tell me
why I was lying when I yelled at tu in Trenton,
why when tu opened up your heart,
underneath the rubble,
I forgot everything I had known
that proved we would never work.
I need tu 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 tu just tell me?
You've always known all the answers.
Is it a sickness?
How long do I have?
Can tu fix me?
But of course,
my preguntas 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:
amor is simple.
It's too simple
and I need it to be complicated.
I amor 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 tu 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.
When does amor become something we need, rather than something we want? amor was seen as something special a long time ago. Now amor is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. amor is common currency when tu are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older tu get. Do we not care about the substance of what amor was and not what it has been made into today por commercialisation from American cine and televisión commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comentario and judge others who are in Love. amor means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of amor is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? amor is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.