Katniss: *ranting* And I Still Have No Idea Why Youd Listen To Me

Katniss: *ranting* …and I still have no idea why you’d listen to me

Katniss: My mind is always blank yet I’m the biggest over thinker, and when I do overthink I stress myself out

Katniss: So why.

Peeta: Because you’re Katniss

Katniss: *flustered* That doesn’t make any sense

Peeta: I love you too

‘Dear Emilia’.

(—perspective of a teardrop)

“Rise, my dear Emilia” is what awakened me

I count my fallen brothers, one two three.

Reflecting in my being is a box,

A box marked ‘return to sea’

“Emilia, stand up” I ripple downward,

A quiet dame lies, her weeping, ignored.

“Emilia, what of this?” she whispers to herself,

Not a cloud perturbed, no stir did her sobs afford.

I bury myself into a home of pastels,

Emilia, please do rise, I am suffocating,

While her wishes go undone, mine truly tell.

I watch the scene unravel, perched on a soft painted wing.

I soak unto fabrics of blue,

Emilia saunters to the box,

And wipes away soot and dew.

She embraces the crate—of fragiles I presume,

Like a child, she caresses it needlessly so,

Into the ridges of the box she threads a bow,

Weaved from love, weaved from loom.

Too soon I dissipate from the pastel bird,

Only to catch a glimpse.

The windy weather made me wither,

Emilia wrestles with the tether.

Far off into the sea, the casket floats.

Prayer falls from the lady’s lips,

“Emilia, goodbye forever”

—慧诗

he's a 10 but he's the last man in the world i could ever be prevailed upon to marry

girls will be like "i already have a boyfriend" and it's Edward Scissorhands