martyrdom

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.