It’s not about hips thrusting,
or spread thighs. It’s not about
endurance, or vocalizations,
or the texture of skin
beneath your fingertips.
It is about need and
passion. It is about trust.
By nature, the martyr is selfish,
hold fast to thoughts and wants,
never sharing, they act
under the guise of selflessness.
With a martyr, you’re waiting
to be pushed off a cliff and told
it was good for you, and there is
no reason why. But you knew
it all along, because every
martyr has his mary.