True, honest love.

Tell me,
Tell me, darling.
This love is war, correct?
This love stands out, right?
Everyone:
society,
nature, "friends"...
Going against us for one
small,
true part of us.
Can you explain it?
The hurt we feel?
Because I know it's
not all in my head.
Agonizingly slow torture,
Turned on by family,
other lovers.
Why cant we be normal?
Why cant our love be exepted?
Why cant they exept this part of us?
We are no different,
we are not wierd.
We stand above society,
for the chance of one true love.