Complete this List

I want to watch movies with someone
Have some cheesy popcorn to accompany my cheese
Lose track of time as the sun comes up
The rays illuminating their beauty

I want to chill with someone
Both of us doing our own thing
Distracting each other at points
Making memories as we go along

I want to have a food fight with someone
Maybe I’d be the one starting it
Maybe I’d be the one running away
Ending it with sweet kisses

I want to talk to someone
Exchange deep secrets, or just funny moments
Each word bringing us closer
Each memory melting into another

One day, there will be a someone
Someone who will complete this list with me
Till then, I’ll be patient
Till then, I’ll be waiting

Love is not a choice; neither is sexuality

I saw a post on Facebook today, and it upset me, made me happy and then upset me again.

Confused? Let me explain myself:

An acquaintance of mine made a post about how a person they knew thought gay people were sick. Said acquaintance of mine tried to reason with him, but to no avail.

I was upset because such people exist, happy that my acquaintance was an ally, and upset because apparently having decent human thoughts is a big freaking deal in my head?

Eons Away

This came out of nowhere,
and it feels like the worst time,
but when I see your face,
time seems to slip away.

You most certainly aren’t perfect,
definitely not for me,
but when I see your face,
the words just flow out of me.

I know I will regret this one day,
and I feel like you might, too,
but when I see your face,
that day seems eons away.

Just be

Relationships don’t have to be romantic for them to be beautiful.
It’s those little things about you that they remember because they’ve actually paid attention.
A mention of painful shoes and they know which one it is.
A mention of a specific friend and they remember me talking about them.
A complaint about a sad day and them knowing how to make me feel better.

These things seem so little, but they are so much.
They are the culmination of something you started a while back,
The realization that they like you as much as you like them,
Things don’t have to be romantic for them to be perfect,
They just need to, well, be.

If crazy equals genius, I'm a rocket scientist

Today feels like a very normal day. I got up late, had breakfast and entered my lab so I could start working. But everything feels so different, because my usual study playlist will now remind me of last night and all the amazement that came along with it.

After the longest time I got to see Panic! at the Disco, live, last night. When I say the longest time, I am not kidding.

Yep, I had bought the ticket way back in February, when I was not even sure if I was going to be in Dallas in July. There were potential friends who couldn’t come along, there was a chance I couldn’t have gone, but somehow everything worked out in my favor.

Until...

I thought I wasn't nostalgic about this
Until I saw the empty apartment.
The spaces where my posters used to be,
The small kitchen I shared.

Tiptoeing in at 3 am so as to not wake up the roommate,
Sleeping through the same,
Laughing through the night with friends,
Avoiding conflict while making more memories

 All these memories are there in my head,
Just waiting to be relived,
In a new place, in a new home
Some things have changed, but definitely not all. 

Just a Statistic

Love is universal, they say.
Then why does a kiss incite such a riot?
How does one live their life,
When they're too busy not getting killed by media or by society?

Tired of being a label, tired of being shunned,
Tired of seeing the numbers increase.
There go the people trying not to react to the Orlando news,
Because if you're not straight, you're just one of "those" people to them.

America is a land of opportunity, a land of hope,
Judging from the events, I guess that's true only if you're straight.
How do you display your Pride,
If you're playing a game of Truth or Die?

If this is the perfect life, then I do not want it,
Because apparently I would be just a statistic.