Helen.

They say my heart is ancient Troy,

And sometimes the men come marching in with swords.

Sometimes the men come in through a Trojan’s horse.

Sometimes they jump in head first.

Sometimes they drown and never surface.

Sometimes they run and never look back.

You’re not the one if you quicken my heart beats.

You’re​ not the one if my hair stands on end.

You’re not if your door is half open.

I am not the one if I don’t make you sweat.

I am the reason Athena started war.

Didn’t you see Apollo standing at my door?

I don’t deserve to be weakened by you.

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