Being gay doesn't mean
That I'm interested in you.
Just because I'm gay
Doesn't mean,
By any stretch of the imagination,
That I have to agree
To date you just because
You are gay, too.
I'm sorry, but it doesn't.
There is so much more
To what attracts me
Than just you
Wanting me.
Wanting to fuck me
Until I can't even think
Straight.
No.
Sex is the furthest thing
From my mind when
I think about who
I want to spend everyday with.
Would I want to
Wake up to your face
Every single day
For the rest of my life?
Can you make me laugh
And break apart the sobs
That consume me
More often than
I care to admit?
Can I picture us
Making breakfast
In our underwear,
Singing into wooden spoons,
And tripping over the dog
That we rescued
On impulse
That rainy day in March?
Can we make each other happy?
Can we trust each other
With secrets and desires that
We dare not speak aloud
To anyone else?
Would I be able to handle you
Always being the last face I see
Before falling asleep?
Could we stay together
Through the roller coaster
That we call life?
Would we even want to?
Would I want to?
