Lana always read my garbage and corrected my misspellings

she would call me and ask what i meant

she editted my idiocy and made it as readable as possible

always said she was my biggest fan

now as i hear her voice in my head and fix my stupid slop i feel the tears on my ugly face

she would scream and call me her sexy white boy for saying that

we loved each other for our flaws

me with my depression and sadness, her with her penis

i can hear her laugh at that, wish i could really hear it, tell her she is fantastic, a couple inappropriate yaas queens, a couple dick jokes

i love you Lana, i was your biggest fan

they buried her, in a plot marked Lucas

will they open the gates of heaven for her if they misspelled her name

do i need to go to heaven and plead her case, make them make her who she should have always been

i would decimate the entire host to help her

tear down those pearly gates and kick whoever’s ass i have to for her

she understood, and would have done it for me

did she go to hell

wouldn’t at invisible prick torture her for a life of sadness and being misunderstood, because he fucked up

i just miss her today

lost and reeling from too many hits to the head lately

she would have made it better

or cried with me

now i cry alone

as usual

and if she can read this, i thought i came close but missed again

you would say i’m awesome

probably throw my own words into my face

remember when you read that poem to me and i balled like a baby and said it was beautiful

and then you laughed at me because it was something i had wrote

i didn’t know my own thoughts and you told me that was what made me so loveable

i read it today in your voice but the beauty was gone

went to heaven with you

i got your letter, your last good bye and finally read it this evening after just looking at it for days

it smelled like your perfume, like my friend, and i want you to know i understand why you did it

wish i didn’t

wish i didn’t want to join you

your last line left me more broken then ever before

keep making the world less painful with your poigant beauty

love Lana, with a lipstick kiss

i still have better lips

yaas queen, you know it’s true