The Elements of the Broken

by curse u to oblivion

If its broken, fix it. Otherwise it will stay broken forever. Short chapters, poem style telling the tale of Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. A different style of writing.

2. Charm

A/N: So, this story is going to sound more like poetry, but the chapters will all flow together, to make a story. I don't own the characters; everything is Suzanne Collins, all that and a bag of chips.

Finnick's Pov

Charm

Everyone loves me.

They tell me I have so much charm.

They smile at me, wink at me, flirt with me.

I smile back, flirt back, wink back.

I pretend I like it.

I pretend I love getting everyone's attention.

That I am charming,

that I having the time of my life in the Capitol.

I wave at the cameras, and kiss the women on the cheek.

I tell them I love them,

that they are the only one for me.

They love my charm.

I hate it.

I have no charm.

I am empty, a toy to be messed with.

I am nothing but a pretty face.

I have no one.

Not even charm.