So here we are again. Poem #17. Rhyming. Peeta's POV, takes place right after the 74th Hunger Games when Peeta finds out that Katniss was faking it all in the arena. He is bitter; I tried to create a bitter mood. See if I did.

I'm including a footnote at the end that will give the definition for all the words that everyone might not know. Those will be starred.

Are you ready for this? I think you are. Read on.

All the wasted lives, death's *hues,

All the wasted 'I love you's',

Was it really all a *feign?

Just another wasted game?

Every wasted breath of life,

All the wasted stress and strife,

Why did you pretend to care?

Pretend that I was really there?

But now I know the unfortunate truth,

What I've been ignorant to since my youth,

But I'm not *daunted by your lies.

I'm not frightened by death's cries.

While you're *decorum was false,

My *mien, just like a waltz,

Was true, and it is disconcerting,

Cruel, torturous, also hurting

That you would lie; my *disapprobation

Grows with every accusation

Our relationship, a *dissolution,

Your *brazen acts, no *retribution,

You knew it was *propriety,

To compensate anxiety,

But all a lie; I see how I

Thought you were truthful to my eyes.

While I stayed in my *reverie

Of bliss, your act, your every

Movement, your *sagaciousness,

My mind, in its *prostration, yes,

I thought that your *voluptuousness...

But to cause our success,

To twist Haymitch to your will,

You'd kiss, you'd talk, you'd even kill.

I was blind; your stateliness

Was not only to *convalesce.

I was wrong; my vivid dreams

Of you going to frightening means

To get what you could, and you survived,

By a simple plan that you *contrived.

Your true colors are *impetuous,

You are hideous; nonetheless,

I cry because you hurt me so,

I sob, your torture kills, you know,

I want you back, but it's too late,

I'm dying in this dead, *gaunt state.

My guess: some of those words - all of the starred ones - are very frightening to most of you. Now, the short... er, long footnote with definitions of them ALL, in the order they come in the poem. Hope this helps.

hues - colors

feign - to fake, or a fake

daunted - intimidated

decorum - appropriate conduct or correct behavior for the present situation

mien - one's behavior in a certain situation

disapprobation - disapproval

dissolution - disintegration, decomposition, dispersion

brazen - shameless, disrespectful

retribution - correcting wrongs

propriety - correct conduct for a certain situation

reverie - daydreaming

sagaciousness - wiseness

postration - a stretching out due to being completely overcome or overwhelmed

voluptuousness - pleasurable to the senses

convalesce - to heal or recover from illness or shock

contrived - made up, planned

impetuous - violent, hasty, rash, impulsive

gaunt - very thin, with death on one's face, appearing to be hopeless

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