When Lies Become Truth
By Darke Whispers
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games is not mine. I do not own it.
A/N: First ever HGames story! And it's not even a story! This was supposed to be a drabble, but it kind of turned into a free verse poem? Tell me what you think, read my Harry Potter stories, and have a nice day!
Sometimes I wonder if I fell in love with a lie.
I know I lied to fall in love. What's the difference really?
The first time I said I loved him
t was to save myself.
The first time I said I loved him,
my mind was on someone else.
So why does it feel so real?
Is there a point in the life of a lie
where you tell it so much,
believe it so strongly,
that it becomes truth?
There must be.
I doubt this love so much
because of the lie it was founded on,
but a house is not place
you chose to build it,
so much as what you built it with.
This is how I know my love is true.
Sometimes I feel bad,
for telling him I loved him
before I really did,
but doesn't meaning it now
in this moment
count for so much more?
I think so.
Because every time
I doubt my love,
no matter how long
such thoughts haunt me,
I can take one look at him
and banish them all.
I love him.
I do.
I kissed him, I saved him,
I held him, I fought with him,
I fought for him, and I married him.
I love him,
lie or not,
doubts or not,
insanity or not.
My love for the boy with the bread
has been faked for so long,
it has become real.
My lie,
My love,
My life:
Peeta Mellark.