Why do we need validation?
How does the world possess any right to decide who we are supposed to fall in love with?
Aren't our hearts built to beat
for anyone we desire?
Equations are solved
Unnecessary yet necessary theorems are memorized,
Still, it seems so difficult
For everyone to comprehend
That Love is Love.
It is strange,
How things like cigarettes and cocaine and alcohol
Are often accepted,even appreciated .
Maybe the world wouldn't have turned its back on me
If I had chosen to indulge myself
In chalky white powders and velvet smooth drinks.
But I would rather get drunk on you.