Isn't it harsh to be damped twice in a row?

Martyr

What is it
when enough means more?
when the pale,
filled every morning
upon your turn
cries with emptiness
and solitude,
demanding she wants more,
more of the talks,
the laughs,
the smiles, and
when stepping backward,
gleams
a pinch of joyful
scorn,
endearing,
you know you'll
need more.