"Successes only last until someone screws them up. Failures are forever." He told me through stern eyes. I looked away in embarrassment; he was calling me a failure.
I tried so hard to be perfect in every possible way. But I wasn’t perfect enough.
His over-worked brain studied every movement I constantly made – so I stopped moving. I stopped reacting.
And when he couldn’t figure me out, he attacked my blood.
And when I didn’t give in, he told the world our darkest, most seductive secret.
He thought he was on top of the world with his success, he thought he had control, until my eyes gave him away and he cried that he needed me. But it was too late.
He had lost success. But did he ever really have it? The hypocrite of a man was never strong to begin with, and was his over-worked brain really ever his?
Why did he need help, so that he could be pulled out of the watery grave he dug himself? I succeeded him, yet I failed him.
I failed him because he failed me.
Failures are forever,
but are we?
Author notes
I used the 4th quote, "Successes only last until someone screws them up. Failures are forever."
I wrote prose/short story form, as if Cuddy was narrating. Hope you like it!
God, I love House.
A contest entry
- Multiple Prompts by Redneck626.
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i love this
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Dear Sarah so much sadness in this wonderful dark write powerful emtions run on fire in the verse an excellent read
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This is good..I'm not a big Huddy fan but I liked this poem. Good job and good luck!
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Lol... I think they need to shit or get off the pot hahah.... thanks for the comment.
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