Blind Poets

Poem 37: Not Really A Poem Just A Life Rant

So,
there was this girl I met.

She was beautiful, is beautiful.

She is everything you could ask for;
Intelligent,
Empathetic,
Adorable,
Romantic,
Flirtatious,
Understanding,
Open-minded,
Emotionally intellectual--

A literal goddess...

But tonight I found something out that kinda broke my heart.
Not because it changes my view on her, but because I know it'll change where we are able to stand with each other.

Religion, is something I take with a grain of salt--some may agree, some may disagree. And frankly, I don't give three shits what you believe in; if it makes you happy, fulfils you, or makes you feel like you have purpose--than you go for it. Believe in whatever the fuck you want to.

However, as I said--some may disagree.

Hence, where I'm left hurting.

Both of our parents are very strict, not to mention homophobic.
Her parents have a very different religion than my own--though both are just as valid as the other. As is anything.
Certain customs and cultural matters come into play with this, and... Well, my parents would never approve.

And it would never work between us because of it.

And it's shitty... Because I really was starting to like her. She's perfection, but she can't be mine and I can't be hers...

Why do we believe in things that will prevent us from loving each other?
Is it so we can all love in a certain, specific way--or is it because we all want to love and to be loved so we go about it differently because that's what we were taught?
I have so many questions that I will never get the answer to.

So yeah...
I have to give up this wonderful girl that has come into my life, but I think it's better for the both of us. If we were to continue, I think it would only hurt us more in the end because there is so much going into play.

Anyways... That's my life rant.
I just needed to cry and get this out.
Advice would help, if anyone has any--but if not, I guess--just thank you for reading this far.
:(

Am I a horrible person for this?

- Em