Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

If we had met in another lifetime,

you could have been my high school sweetheart.

Well-built with blue eyes, light hair,

and the perfect personality to match,

you're the boy every girl wants.

Instead I thought you wanted to kill me,

and then was willing to sacrifice myself to keep you alive.

If we had met in another lifetime,

we could have been lovers.

Maybe even married someday,

with many children,

all well-fed, never hungry.

Instead we were drawn together by the need to survive,

and I can't count how many times I've broken your heart.

If we had met in another lifetime,

you wouldn't have been a drunk that's scared of the dark.

You would have a family

and be well respected for your intelligence.

Instead you were my only chance of survival,

which wasn't very reassuring,

though you helped me make it through.

If we had met in another lifetime,

you wouldn't have made me the girl on fire.

I would never wear any of your dresses,

and you would never have designed anything so beautiful specially for me.

I would just be another girl who admired your designs.

Instead you are the man who risked your own life for mine,

making me look amazing until the end.

If we had met in another lifetime,

you could have been my sister's friend.

I would be like an older sister to you,

and I would make sure you always have food on your plate.

Instead you died in my arms,

a spear imbedded in your stomach.

If we had met in another lifetime,

we could have been best friends.

Not the awkward kind we always were,

but the kind who have sleepovers and share secrets.

Instead I was the girl you gave your Mockingjay pin,

the girl you never thought you would see again.

If we had met in another lifetime,

you wouldn't have had to spare my life.

I wouldn't have witnessed you kill another girl with a stone,

and we could have been friends.

Instead I was frozen when your face appeared in the sky that night.

If we had met in another lifetime,

I wouldn't have had to kill you.

We may not have been friends,

but we wouldn't have been enemies, either.

You could have grown up and had any man you wanted.

Instead you died prematurely,

clutching my silver chance at survival in your hand.

Just something short I felt like writing. Not my best work ever.

I just wrote it from Katniss's POV because I'm boring like that.

I hope you can guess who everyone is. I felt so depressed writing this. I think I might write more (Finnick, Clove, Foxface, etc.) so if you have anyone you want me to write about, please tell me in a review.