Trojan Love

This heart is a house made of glass,

Shattering into a thousand shards

Upon which I tread.  Bloodied foot

Prints lead away from this travesty,

Fading in the distance as I walk away

From this heartache.  With no glance

Back over a shoulder, I take to the path,

Finishing this journey, alone, with only

My words of undying love.  Perhaps I

Gave too freely, of this soul, of this

Heart, which now bleeds the darkest

Reds of flowing blood.  Wear not, upon

Thy sleeve, I tell myself in reverie, lest

Not suffer anguish.  Rebuild the walls

Which have fallen asunder at the hand

Of a Trojan.

(c) 2003 A Riddle