I was rewatching the earlier seasons of House (oh how I miss the days when the show was good!), and for some reason, House vs. God made me type up this weird poem. I can't write poetry. Repeat: poetry and I are not very good friends. However, I tried making it into prose but it just wouldn't flow. So alas, you are stuck with this poem. Also, I can't get this to format at all.
Disclaimer: I am a poor college student. Someday I will be rich, but that day is not today. I own nothing, House is not mine, as much as I wish it were so.
Every morning I wake up,
Knowing that everything will
Still be the same.
Same job, same people,
Same personalities.
It's not that I expect House to ever
Change.
In fact, it's a constant I can count on
In this hectic world.
House's cynicism, bitterness, and
Pain.
To the world, to society, and to fate.
It's not that I expect House to ever
Change.
It's just that it would be nice
Once in a while, to see
Proof of more that just a
Crippled, hollow man.
To see that Gregory House is actually
Human.
To see that every patient is more than a puzzle,
Every relationship is more than a mind game.
It's not that I expect House to ever
Change.
It's just that it would be nice to know
That I mean something to him.
My colleagues always wonder why I,
A respected oncologist with a
Compassionate touch,
Would bother sticking around
For my polar opposite.
What they don't know-
And what House does-
Is that I am more like my best friend
Than people realize.
It's not that I expect House to ever
Change.
After all, his observational skills are part
Of what makes him a brilliant doctor.
It's just that it would be nice if he didn't
Always observe me.
I knew he would figure it out eventually,
That I am sleeping with my terminally ill
Cancer patient.
I don't think even House would have
Stooped this low.
Am I nothing more than another puzzle?
It's not that I expect House to ever
Change.
But sometimes he truly surprises me.
Although today's events have not shaken up
His beliefs about the world,
He seems a little different today.
Less bitter and more pensive.
He looks at me "But we're ok?"
I shake my head in disbelief that
The one thing he does worry about is
Our Friendship.
Then I realize that I wouldn't have it any other way.
"House, you are… as God made you."