There Are Much Worse Games To Play

by dreamingrainbows

Katniss and Peeta learn to live in district twelve again.

I was torn into a thousand pieces,

Scattered with no way of becoming one again

Every piece of my old life blown away in the wind

But he came back

He saved me

We can only attempt to fill the gaps in each other's lives

But we survive

We help each other hold on to what we have left

Only when we are alone we talk about the horrors

The nightmares that we have witnessed

Together we mend each other's broken hearts

Until, from the outside, we seem normal

But we aren't that lucky

The games has its way of leaving a mark

Even though it's long gone

We both bear its scars on our skin

And in our minds

Not visible to the naked eye but they are there all the same

Invisible marks making everyday a battle

But whenever life seems too hard I remind myself

There are much worse games to play.