I have a crush.Ok maybe a true love.
Have done since I was 15.
He understood me the way no one else could.
Told me words that only I thought existed.
This is my love letter to H.I.M
Mr Mathers,
You were the first guy I would spend my last pound on.
Write your name over and over in my journal.
Be hooked on to your very last word.
Sure you weren't a Role model for me, but it was that I don't give a fuck attitude that made me fall for you.
Maybe you don't know what My name is, which did give me a Guilty conscience to the way that I feel for you, but I still don't give a fuck.
If I had one wish that you would one day Remember me or see me for The Way I am, you would see that I'm not a Stan.
But see you for the Marshall Mathers that you really are.
I guess that sometimes you Just lose it and want to Say Goodbye to Hollywood for the way White America sees you, but thats just the industry that you are in.
They treat all artists like Toy soldiers, it's like a Mosh pit out there.
But heart within hearts you are my Superman, whether you are on top of your game or Rock bottom.
Who knew I would still feel this way after 10 years? maybe I'm Under the Influence!! lol
Anyway, maybe I'm Crazy in Love or have Brain Damage
Yours Forever,
Ms L xx