The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script. For my best friend Shadow-Wolfy. Happy Birthday! It's not as poetic as I wanted it to be but I had to give you a gift. And to be fair to the Galeniss shippers.

Going back to the woods,

Where I first saw you,

Gonna grab some squirrel,

And I'm not gonna move,

Tired of the maybe,

Of the way things are now,

The lack of time spent here,

How you're always traveling,

And I'm no where near,

When you picked up and left,

You abandoned me to cope,

With the sense of nothing,

I'm broke and a broken hearted man,

Lost more than my sanity,

A reaping ripping me apart,

My only wish is to hunt with you again,

The comforting feel of your presence,

As we talk of what could be,

You and Me,

Partners for life,

The cameras display me a relative,

Irrelevant and unimportant,

A threat to him so they cast me away,

But you know the truth,

Our love is more complex than what the screens reveal,

I stick out only for you,

I overlook the strawberries,

Rotten and tasteless now,

Cause I know when I find Katniss plants,

I'll never starve,

So when you break from the Capital,

And you find you're missing me,

And your heart start to wonder,

Where in the Seam I could be,

Just know when you tire if the baker,

You can flutter your wings about,

And fly to the place that we'd meet,

Because I'm not moving...