(I do not own anything Hunger Games related. That's all Suzanne Collins! This is my first attempt at a poem of this sort. This is my interpretation of what happens as Katniss and Peeta grow together after the war.)
I sit alone.
Thoughts of you racing through my mind.
Remembering your love.
It's another lifetime.
Hearts start to heal.
Surprised I even feel at all.
I've become someone so cold;
amidst the ashes that still fall.
Your shaking hands;
clutch flowers that bear her sweet name.
I find that you're so different;
yet somehow still the same.
Broken people;
desperately hoping for repair.
Your crystal eyes shine for me;
as flat words hang in the air.
Your scars and pain;
are familiar as mine now.
We form a friendship from dust;
amazed that we still know how.
Pages turning;
as my pen captures what you say.
Your paint-specked cheek holds my gaze.
I wipe the spots away.
If I chose love;
We might only lose our minds more.
Yet I'm staring at your lips;
Knowing mine are still yours.
Your eyes meet mine;
and to your soul I try to see.
I know the confusion there;
to find reality.
I want your arms.
Now I'm the one who has to wait.
Hoping you'll accept my heart.
We bloomed love from specked paint.
Your lips on mine;
Allowing ourselves to feel.
Then you ask me if I love you.
I say my love is real.