my codependent

what i have to say,
is going to sound absurd.
when you treat me like shit,
i like it because it hurts.
i keep coming back for more,
it makes me feel lower than
dirt.
i love it when you won't give
me what i want,
but what i deserve.

you help me with my disease,
like a dark cloud hanging
over me.
stealing sunlight,
aiding comfort to these empty
feelings.
but it's alright,
it's all the same to me.
i'm never alone,
because misery loves company.

acting as my codependent,
with open arms you embrace me
with enablement.
you're so supportive,
making everything seem so irrelevant.
your intentions are methodic and
relentless,
your interaction always leaves me
defenseless.
at the mercy of your benevolence,
i learn to live with this discontentment.