his love a wound that scabbed over but never entirely healed
she would year after year pick at it pick at it watching it bleed
his love that thing that "hurts" so much...a festering...****
his love a great big Wooden Horse that she always allowed inside her pity
her love a Troy destroyed hope that eternal useless myth
This got a "Yuck and not very good" from a certain someone ...so I'm very grateful. It wasn't meant to be a "nice" poem though I did want it to be good! My lovely friend fell in love with an absolutely terrible person who we all implored her to leave but all he had to do was to give her a bunch of flowers or a box of chocs and aghhhhh he was back. We were looking at a documentary on the finding of the actual city of Troy back in the day so I guess that imagery entered into what she was telling me and so the poem came into being!