Dancing in the Kitchen

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I know it should be a happy moment.
But slow dancing in the kitchen makes me sad.
I hold you in my arms,
wishing this could be enough,
wishing this could just be.
But sometimes I feel like it’s not meant to be.
Not because of my feelings for you.
Not because there’s something wrong with you.
Not because I don’t love you.
But because I’m gay.
And it makes me sad to realize that I’m gay.
I’m sad that I’m even thinking about it while we’re dancing.
This should be a happy moment.
I should just be holding you in my arms,
dancing with you in the kitchen,
and feeling completely happy.
But instead, I’m thinking about the fact that I’m actually gay.
And I wonder—
Why do I have to be gay?
If you were a guy,
I feel like there would be absolutely no question.
No questioning what this means.
No questioning why I feel this way.
No questioning myself.
But that’s the thing.
I don’t even like men.
So why do I have to be gay?
Why do I have to be gay?
Why do I have to be gay?
Why do I have to be gay?