I'm the pretty breadboy,
I fell in love with the choir girl,
the girl on fire.
I was employed by my father
to be a baker,
to be a provider to district twelve.
It doesn't take much to amuse me,
the Capitol abused me,
a chess piece,
and some people call me "Peet".
I don't know why,
I can lift 300 lbs but can't hurt a fly.
There are fanfics of me doing Katniss,
hugging Prim,
and kissing Gale (seriously, wtf is wrong with you people?)
But I'm Peeta,
not that olive-skinned hunter fail named Gale.
The one who took away the love of my life,
a fiesty one, a mockingjay in flight.