Awk

So many awkward conversation to be had
In which you and I have lost our souls.
We have fought, my dear, so many times
Much for each other and yet we are left
Alone in the dark and I have fallen for you,
My Lucifer, follow into the dark without a question
through the darkest nights and
I have burned my bridges to the ground,
I built them up and tore them down again just like you did with me
just like you always do
you tell me I am worth it all and burn me to the ground.
And you have broken me so many time
Slit and cut my throaty arms my life
and left me bleeding on the concrete ground
so many times between heroin needles.
And it is awkward how I hold your hand,
how I pick up when my phone rings and its you,
awkward because you don't understand,
I learned to love the fucked up things you do.