You told me once you would be the best of all the Greeks
I believed you
You let your golden curls fall over your face as you doubled over in laughter that day
The sun reflects on them and radiates your godliness
You made me a promise you would be the happiest hero that ever lived
Heroes are never happy; and yet I nodded my head and kissed your lips
You speak of glory and the future and swear our names will be remembered as a pair
You never learned how to love Achilles; and it's not your fault
The childhood days were soon past and you're expected to part from me
The grip of your hand on mine only grows tighter as the days go on
It is time to go off to war where your hands must draw blood from those in your path
You move those same hands so lovingly over my body as if I were your lyre
We approach the other commanders and they ask you what I am
The closest thing you can think of is to call me husband
Your mother demands you marry Deidameia and bed her
You promise to only think of me in your arms instead of her
The next morning before dawn I feel you crawl into my bed and place your head in the crook of my neck
I adjust myself to hold you close
The day's sun is hot and long while I wait for you in our tent
I wash away the red that tinges your sun kissed skin and place constellations of kisses upon your back
What is it of your foolish pride that prolongs you from fighting
You always held a twinkle in your eye when you talked of battle
Achilles my love, every day you refuse to fight the longer this war must carry out
Don't you long to go back to that place we spent our virgin childhood years?
I understand you my love, and what I would give to keep your innocence safe in your eyes
But alas if you will not then one of us must glorify your name for all time
Isn't that what you always longed for? To be remembered for all time
'Not like this' you say, ' not like this'