My lady's of martyrdom

There’s something about Amy, Minna, Miss Monroe.

Natalia one day, Roxy next in row.

There's a sickness they don't quite face just yet

calculated steps they'll fall down in regret.

​Self-centered, self-focused, hunts to be bothered,

Scouting the wreckage to find pain in a lover.

Seeking the turmoil, the desperate, the bruised,

To "save" them and fix them, so I'm the abused.

​After all, loving, forgiving, bleeding on cue

Is the perfect persona for the damage I do.

False saint entrapping a martyr's crown,

Using their struggles to anchor mine down.

​Engineering the chaos, I court the misuse

Grooming my scapegoat, my flawless excuse.

I love only villains, poor me; the prey.

My cheap justification to just run away.

​Incredibly selfish, my self-made coerce.

Zero accountability.

Boohoo.

I guess loving could be worse.