Fan Mail

I should hate u but I don’t. I treat u like u r my man when in reality am just a fan. Cooking, cleaning, and giving in to ur every desire while mine go unheard. I laugh as if everything is fine but at nite I cry 4 at the thought of me and u. I should truly hate the thought of u but instead I consider ur thoughts over mine. I honor the lil bit of attention u throw in my direction like a dog getting a strap of food from their master. I am done be ur charity case. I want u but u don’t want me. I love u but I am not sure sum times about the love u have for me. I know u have another chic that u r chasing behind as she treat u the same way u treat me. I should laugh in ur face but I will only be laughing at myself. I am the one for u but u r too blind to that. Too blind to see that I am here and she is not. I support u no matter what giving u my all when all u give is a piedce. But u want the person that treat u like a bitch when I treat u like the man u r. I should have SHIT, DAMN, MUTHAFUCKA moment on ur ass but I love u too much to actually harm u. I should hate u but I don’t. I just want u to open ur eyes and see what is in front of u.

                                                                             With love,
                                                                                       Your biggest fan