Vertigo
Disclaimer: I don't own "House," though I could make so much money if I did. I do own the poem, though. Yea, I can write!
Inside Summary: Wilson is hit with another break-up, can House help him cope, in more ways than one (sue me, if you don't like how I changed James's marital status.)
I am falling
Catch me fast
Where are the words?
I need to say
Here they go
I love you
You don't back
Why do I love you?
You don't to me
Help me
Save me
I am falling again
To this deep pit
Of Hell
Built just for me
Don't say a word
Let me live in this deep pit of denial
I like it here
The walls
They are closing in on me
You speak
"It's over" you say
No, this wall is closing in on me
The world is back
I am back
To this hell on Earth
Called real life, they say
You spoke those words I didn't want to here
I knew they were true
I like denial
Not knowing, yet seeing
"Moping is soo not your style," says Greg, as he walks into James Wilson's office, "You look more like a um, damn, it's been a long day; I am out of cruel remarks to show how I am cynical,"
"What do you want Gregory?" James says, with annoyance.
"Oh, very cranky, did Jamey forget to take his pills today? You know PMS is not a very pretty thing, no madder what feminists say,"
"No, it's just my life is falling apart," He says, as he slips out of his chair on the floor. "Why me, I say I love her, then she says it's over, I thought women wanted sensitive guys."
"Sensitive, not borderline gays, I guess you didn't get the memo," says Greg, as he picks him off the floor. "Come on we are going to drink,"
"But…" he says, but House pulls him out of the room.
"Oh, pretty colors," says James, as he walks drunkenly into his house.
"Yes, very, um, shit, this is not my day," says Gregory, as he tries and fails to come up with a good joke. "Come on, I am gonna undress you,"
"Oh, dear, I have never been raped," he says laughing, and then he grabs Greg and kisses him on the mouth.
"Hey, no funny stuff," he says, because he knows he can't take advantage of a friend when he is drunk, "You know I have a girlfriend,"
"Yes, how can I ever forget…Cuddy," he says venomously.
"So, um, I gotta go,"
"Bye, Greg,"
"Bye Wilson,"
When he walks out, he lies down, and wipes the tears out of his eyes.
"Why can't I just tell him, and do that when I am sober?"
An- how is it? I got the idea for the poem when my boyfriend broke up with me. Yea, I like the whole story. So just email me, or review, I need a good review to make me happy. I will add a companion story to this.