gnutmeg | ::: Martyr's Love :::

dare I say love is suicide?
the way I break my heart for you
it ought to be
no woman deserves such devotion
as that of a martyr
can you stand to taste my blood?
it's on your hands already
or have you noticed?
I doubt you care
death doesn't figure into your world
does it?
when I tell you I'm drowning
you think it's in water
but it's my own blood choking me
pouring from a heart
you were careless to handle