MISERYMAKER

Her words were not questions
But her tone begged for a favor
-Another emotional conflict
That I would learn to deal with later.
She's leaning on me again
When I am not the fucking anchor
Trying to tear her way out of the web
That she herself had surely tailored

Even so, I slowly reloaded
My little friend, my miserymaker,
To think hard about our choices,
To consider all the danger
She wouldn't look me in the eye
And I couldn't even blame her
There are few things in this life so
Raw as my self-righteous anger