If you didn't like Poem #14, I am sorry, and if I get enough complaints I'll take it out for you guys. Keep reading! I'll try to write... better, I suppose.
I Am Lost Without, poem #15. Another free-verse, for those who like it. Peeta's POV, although (at the moment, anyways) I can't figure out what it will be about yet. That's a clue to when I am writing the actual poem: obviously not as I am writing this. Anyways... read on.
Wait! I've got it! This poem takes place when Peeta has been hijacked. He doesn't know whether or not Katniss is telling the truth or not, and is having mixed emotions... okay. That is all. Now you may read... on.
Your mouth opens
You whisper my name
But are you real?
Or not?
You reach to me
With tears in your eyes
But are you real?
Or not?
Are you an image
Of my mind?
Do you think of me
Like I of you?
I'm so confused
I reach for you
But clasp your throat
I don't understand
Why?
Why must I?
But I don't know
I think it's fake
I think you hate me
But I don't know
I don't know why
They made you
Hate me
And I hate you.
Why?
Why must I?
Are you real?
Or not?
You start to cry
They pull me off
You run away
And don't come back.
Later they bring
Someone in.
I know who she is,
But is she real?
Or not?
She says you weren't lying
She says you're still the same,
But is she telling the truth?
Or not?
Are you real?
Or not?
Later they show me,
Us,
In the cave,
You singing,
Us talking,
Me laughing,
Us together,
But is it real?
Or not?
I'm so confused.
Later I see you singing,
Singing a song I've heard before,
The Hanging Tree,
I think it is,
I heard your father's voice
Long ago
On a rainy day in summer
I remember it
I'm confused,
You're singing it,
Am I supposed to hate you?
Is that all I am good for?
I ask to see you
You come in,
You're cautious,
I'm cautious,
I still don't trust you
But I don't know why
Why?
Why must I?
We start to talk
Like old friends, but careful
Not to get too close
For I might
Still think
I hate you and you me,
But why?
Is it real?
What is happening?
Are you real?
Or not?
Later on
I'm feeling better,
Separating hate from love
Memories-
Real or not real?
I am told to decorate a cake
For a wedding
You will be there
I will see you
But are you real?
Will you be real?
Or not?
I'm so confused
I don't know which is real-
Right or wrong
Love or hate
Truth or lies
The you I love or the you I'm taught to hate.
I'm so confused.
Later
You talk with me
You stroke my hair
You comfort me
You act calmly
You say it's real
But I still don't know
You say you're real
But I still don't know
I'm so confused.
I think you're real - the you that I love,
But are you real?
Or not?