I am sitting in a room, and there are all my
friends and there he is and he is handcuffed to the chair
and they stare at us
like we
are not meant to touch,
not meant to be
and I stare at him
I see the feelings in his eyes
they are brainwashed they are taken over by someone else
and they shouldn't be, I know my place.
So when I clean your wounds from the handcuffs he is in and dream of
Hope in this dark tunnel,
I don't see light, except in my minds eye.
I do not know how this will play out
we are in a stalemate
and I just crave to look into his green eyes and see the soul
of the one before he was kidnapped and convinced
himself with venom that he was
not meant to love me.
Well I give him a nightlock pill, and I tell him to decide.
he looks at me and says, "I love you real, or not real?"
"Real." I say, and we are torn apart by the reality
of this. Being in my head.
I wake up, I open my eyes and I run
and I try so hard but my ears ring
because the one two punch is over and she's dead.
And I loved her.
But she's dead.
and I take my heart and shove it back in my chest.
I take my hope for peeta to kiss me and mean it
to get off of his drugs
to get off of his mind
and kiss me, and I shove it in my chest.
And I shove my mind away, and I walk back to my house.
The arrow of fate is fired,
and I am home
and I am here in my foyer
and he is there in the garden pushing primroses into the
deep black soil, laced with charcoal from the ashes of the past.
I plant a flower anew with him, and hope blooms.
I see our children again,
I see love, I
see his eyes.
"You love me, real or not real?"
He says, dragging out with lips pressed to the top of my head
he breathes in my scent and I say
"Real."
I feel his arms close in around me, strong and true,
I am home again.
