30 feet in height,
12 feet in thickness,
I've built these colossal walls
around my heart.
Proud to be its heroine,
yet always wondering
if keeping it safe makes me the villain.
Not asking for a gold or a thousand ships.
But what a tragedy!
Love is a gift swiftly becoming
my Achilles' heel.
The hero I wrote songs for,
now the aristos of my heartbreakers.
Did you enter my heart
like the Trojan Horse,
going all in just to break it
like a liar's oath?
I begged the Olympians
to give this romance a chance.
Turn this love into a myth
I'll forever believe in.
Lost—
the Troy in my heart keeps burning.
Sacked, slaved, abandoned.
No love lives there now.
- Cristine Despares
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