I almost never write poetry, but this one's been lurking around for a while. Gale's perspective on Katniss's first Games, and their messed up relationship in general.
I see her. Always see her.
I see how she picks up on the tiniest details, but misses the most obvious truths.
She sees the rabbit about to burst from the bushes; her kill is made easily, with a single lungful of air.
She sees the sun in her sister's hair, and the gap in her smile. She sees the ribs that beg for nourishment through the thin, pale skin. She sees the fear in the little girl's eyes as her name is sentenced to death.
She sees our ruler, she meets it with a scowl, she twirls with a giggle.
She sees the blond boy confess his love for her.
She's blind to the bitter truth in the statement.
She sees her enemies, she sees her plan, she sees her flaws. She maps her mistakes.
She's blind to how I live by the screen that reports every day with her image. My only reminder that she hasn't gone down like the hundreds who've carved her path.
She sees the rabbit as effortlessly as ever. She kills in a breath.
She sees her sister in a little black girl. She sees home in her eyes.
She sees death in the sky.
She's blind to my watchful gaze.
She sees flowers, she sees rebellion, she sees the music in the air.
She sees the life drain out of the killer as it turns quickly to prey.
She's blind to how I cried.
She sees betrayal from the boy she thought she knew.
She's blind to the lie that I watch unfold.
She sees the rabbits, and kills in a breath.
She sees a change of heart. She sees a new opportunity.
She's blind to how I beg for news if I'm separated from my faithful messenger.
She sees an ally in the boy who can't even support his own weight.
She's blind to the adoration in his gaze, seeing only the light words that shake off his devotion by confirming it.
She sees a problem. She's blind to the possibility that she wouldn't be able to fix him.
She sees a carefully woven act.
She's blind to how long he's been waiting for that kiss.
She's blind to how long I've been waiting for that kiss.
She sees the rabbits grow sparser, she sees her ally growing stronger.
She sees victory drawing near.
She refused to let it blind her.
She sees a threat, she sees a hiding place, she kicks in to protect.
She's blind to the pain she drills in me with every kiss. Thoughtless for her. Not him.
She sees something change in herself; I watch it trickle over her.
She sees confusion. This rabbit gets away.
She sees beauty in the damned.
She's blind to how he's always adored her.
She's blind to how that bothers me.
She sees something more in him now, something he's been praying for.
She sees her savior in the form of a hovercraft. Is blind to the cheers here.
She sees her accomplishment, she sees more flourishing.
She sees how he watches her.
She sees her rabbit, kills in a breath.
She sees her home again, sees her sister. Sees the tears and laughter.
She's blind to how much I relish in my messenger's absence, how much better she is in the flesh.
She sees him.
And I see her. Always see her.
She's blind to me.
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