You call yourself a “true” fan.

Yet you attempt to destroy my main source of happiness.

My main base of reality.

My main reason for living.

You try to destroy HER.

You call her a bitch, a slut, a whore.

But you don’t know HER.

You don’t know the depth of her soul. 

The warmth of her heart.

The strength of her love.

You attack her and demean her for all of the world to see.

Then you turn around and call yourself a “true” fan.

But you see, a “true” fan would realize that all of those boos and all of those harsh words only make me love her more because she has the strength to love me even when she is ridiculed and scorned for doing so. 

Ridiculed and scorned by people who say that they “love” me.

But I never asked for you to “love” me.  I asked that you “love” my music.

And my music is HER.

She is the reason I breathe.

The reason I live.

The reason I love.

Yet you still point out all of her flaws in an attempt to make me love her less.

But you will never succeed.

I know her flaws.  I’ve known them all along.  But I also know HER.

Her pure heart. 

Her endless love.

Things about her that none of you will ever know.

There are days that I can’t comprehend how she handles being my girlfriend.

Days when you yell at her.  Days when you make accusations against her.  Days when you question her.  Assault her.  Attack her.  Harass her.

But her love is stronger than anything you can do to her.

OUR love is stronger than all of your words.  All of your actions.  All of your hatred.  All of your “love.”

But if that day ever did come.

The day that your insults did break her, I want you to know this.

If you break her, you destroy me.

Because without her, there is no me.

So, I pose this question to all of you: