Love is Love

Mechanical.
Fake.
Cold.
Unfeeling.
Unemotional.
Foreign.
Are just a small portion of the words I would use to describe how I felt when I was with him.
Normal.
And the constant pressure to conform.
To the rules and regulations set by normal society.

Natural.
Real.
Loving.
Compassionate.
Are just a small portion of the words I use now to describe how I feel when I'm with her.
Different.
And unethical.
Fit into the mix as well.

But who said.
That the definition of being "Normal."
Was to love a member of the opposite sex?
If that's normal...
Then I want to be the complete opposite.

But who said.
That loving a member of the same sex was wrong?
If that's wrong...
Then I have.
Never will be.
And don't want to be.
Right.

I am just here.
Like you.
To be who I am.
And to love who I want.
And to be proud of it.
Don't discriminate.
And don't hate.

If two people really love each other.
Then you're already too late.
Nothing will ever tear them apart.
Not even death will take them from.
Their lover's hearts.