A/N: I wrote this for an English 1 assignment over the summer. I thought I would share it with you. J Sorry the title is so cliché.
"Deadly Love"
by: rubikmaster
I don't love him.
I can't love him.
It's all just part of the act.
What the Capitol thinks is love,
is really just me trying to survive.
Sure he saved my life,
but is that grounds for loving someone?
Anyways, I can't even like him.
In this arena,
we are cold-blooded enemies.
In this arena,
We act like savages.
We draw our weapons
of fear and hate.
Friendship is a death wish
It seems like the whole world
wants to see us dead.
But then there's a sliver of hope,
a small, sneaky sliver of hope;
Peeta and I can make it out together.
Two tributes from the same district
can exit the arena together!
I must find him!
But the question is,
do I let myself fall in love?