MiseryMate

I have come to the conclusion
That misery is my soul mate
I have tried countless times 
To break up with it
Or move away
Only to find that it always 
Ends up at my feet 
Groveling for my attention
It’s wretched fingers 
Intertwine with mine
And it drags me down
Again and again
It’s a never ending constant
So maybe I should stop fighting it
Come to terms with the fact
That misery might be my greatest legacy
Love it as it has loved me

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