i love him because he made it so hard for the world to understand him. he didn't write his poems immaculately, trying to force onto the world his views. it is simply a confused man putting pen to paper, and doing so beautifully.
who gives a shit if he contrdicts himself, and dont you dare call him a 'miserable bastard'. who the hell has a straight mind? and who the hell doesn't get bitter about reality.
he didnt give a shit that the world didn't want to see this side to romance, he put it out there anyway. pen to paper, a stream of thoughts from a man trying to understand the world.
p.s. i missed you, it's only been two weeks physically, but i have missed us for months.