our souls have bordered too closely, and i am losing my sovereignty.
my loss of autonomy is my doing, not yours-
but isn\'t that what happens to a mad woman in love?
your eyes fall blind to this desiccation that is overtaking me.
why beg you to notice my love when you fail to see i am dying?
is this what martyrdom feels like?
if i loved you any less, maybe i\'d know peace.