My loneliness

Me and my loneliness, a perfect match,
made for each other, complete in each other. 
But I am the unfaithful kind. I try to get rid of her, 
seek joys elsewhere,
foreign places, dark and mysterious. 
And I fail every time. 
Down and dejected I weep
but she comes back to me my loneliness, 
embraces me again,
sweeps over my heart and lightens my pains. 
I repent, speak a few words of guilt and love 
and return to the joy which is ever present for me, 
my loneliness, queen of my heart, she never leaves my side.