Time chills as an icy frost covers my heart. Her lip keep moving, but my ears are numb. The words are falling off her lips. Those soft lips, perfected beyond perfection, for what could perfect the imperfectionable. How many times had those lilac scented lips touched my feverish body? How many times had they murmured their love to me. Now from this soft beauty words of steel pierce my melting heart. For nothing they could do to me, no pain inflicted upon my beaten body could break me, as have those words have, formed by their blood red lips. Have I done nothing, but love them? Nothing, but worship the ground at their feet? Whence comes forth this cruelty fiery maiden of my heart? Or have I fallen in love with the devil disguised as a holy angel from above? Oh my fiery demon, from damnated lips come nothing but lies of late but my poor corrupted soul cannot care for I would follow them past the gates of hell if only for their glance. Did they know how much their polished arrows would pierce me. Did my sweet angel-from-below delight in my pain? Were those lips secretly laughing as honeyed lies fell like rain from their skies. Lies.
Their warm caress...
Lies.
Their tender loving care...
Lies.
Did they feel anything for me? Surely their heart could not be so cold. As I have loved them since my eyes did see their light. Could the world give them no such feelings in return? Could fate truly be so cruel?
I have given to them the keys to my heart, but instead they plunge a sword into its depths. And even as I bleed I am theirs. Always theirs. Even as my chest is tearing in two, I am theirs. Always theirs. Even if their eyes did never see mine, I'd still be theirs. A slave to their beauty, to their soul. There is nothing left of me, for I have given it all.
A/N Poor Peeta. Sorry if he sounds a OOC, *sigh* i know 'imperfectionable' and 'damnated' arn't actually words