kurt.

Did anyone ever understand him,
His twisted thoughts and his good intentions,
his grotesque hobbies his beautiful words?
His sick imagination and his lyrical beauty
his distorted obsessions his purpose in his short life?
But we all love the way he changed the way she lived,
swept away the old thoughts replacing it with his
beautiful disease, his only purpose to create
the art she enjoys which overwhelmes her
and inspires her to be everything like him,
but nothing like the way he is.

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I tear through this, my
fingers crossed, my eyes
closed, ready to live and ready
to die and I look into your eyes
and I realize you are the
same as me, it eats my
heart away, consumes
us both, we are broken, but
I leave not as I entered, my
eyes my mind open, my heart
prepared as you will always be
with me, my first, my only,
and I'll always remember
the songs, the stories,
the lies and the heartbreak
that made us who we are.