A/N: Gosh, I wish I'd invested in the tissue company. I coulda made a couple bucks off myself tonight…not that I was crying or anything when Jimmy…Jimmy…QUIT! –sobs-
Heads Up! I'm trying out a new style of writing poetry. I have NO clue if its any good, so drop me a hint when you review, okay? (hint hint)
Disclaimer: I own neither House nor Kleenex. Shoot…
A soft rage
Soft, soft, feather-duster soft
Fire-angry red madness
Pillow explosion emotion
Crosses my senses.
I ponder it for several seconds—
To feel this or not to
Feel this? Should I even bother
Feeling the pain?
Do I have a choice?
A mad metal
Bronze silver gold platinum copper
Chain
Of communication sets in.
Countries fly past my house in a worry
Time zones mixing up
Getting confused in their wakes
Time…
Isn't on Jimmy Wilson's side.
And the unbreakable chain of
Useless teenager talking
Consists of our own languages
Loving
Crying
Laughing
Writing
Sharing
Joking
Bleeding
Jimmy Wilson's heart until its bone dry and we have to give our own blood to keep his body pumping up and down and up again, always in his own rhythm…because that's what is needed from us, we have to save him by giving ourselves.
But I have questions
Still beating in my heart because
My blood still flows inside of me
Even though the world has stopped
Jimmy Wilson has no blood left for loving
But I do and I ask and I do ask
And I scream and I cry and I shout
Is Cammy just Jimmy Wilson's friend or
Is she more? Is she going to break his heart
And steal his blood
But oh, oh,
He needs his blood, he needs to breathe and live
She cannot steal his blood
I won't let her steal his blood
Is Lisa-lisa on the edge of a breakdown
Because she cannot be crying now
She needs to stay strong for me
She needs to stay strong always
She needs to stay strong for Jimmy Wilson
She needs to never let us fall to the ground
She needs to hold on
She needs to be made of hard
Things and never let go of me And never let go of House And never never let go of Jimmy Wilson because dear dear Jimmy Wilson needs her most of all
She mustn't let Jimmy Wilson fall to the ground.
Is House full of that
Sad-thing
That makes you want to
Die and scream and kill yourself
Is House full of that
Feeling that makes it okay and alright
To pick up a gun
Any old gun
And shoot yourself
And kill himself
And die?
Is he full of those
Tears that make you cry at day
But more at night
Always at night
Because no one can see those cry-paths
That travel down your face into pools you make?
Is House really that sad?
And is Jimmy Wilson,
Poor sweet Jimmy Wilson
That everyone loves
And everyone cares about
And he loves everyone
And he saves everyone
And he hold your hands while you die
Is Jimmy Wilson going to watch
And let
Cameron steal him and let
Cuddy cry around him and let
House die in front of him and let me
Bleed for him and on his and over him?
Is Jimmy Wilson going to let us suffer?
That's not my Jimmy Wilson.
But I'd still bleed for him if he was.