I'm Outta Love - Set me Free
I’ve got so much to write about, but the first time in ages that I’ve sat with the intention to write – I write about Love. Let’s be clear, a ‘Kat All That’ Love poem is usually a poem about love eluding me / being out of love and very much alone. But hold the violins – this is not a sad / woeful poem. Quite the contrary!
My views on love, relationships and romance are evolving. I’m not sure if the traditional image of romance and relationships which I have craved for centuries (it certainly feels that long) is for me! I don’t mean to man-bash – but it is dire out there! LOL! My years of being alone has made me see that actually I feel joy, happiness and love outside of a committed relationship. Mostly with my friends but often on my lonesome too.
Boys, don’t despair! I’m not turning my back on you! I’m still available for dates and good times. Just thinking aloud and adapting to this ever-changing world!
Waiting
Waiting to be chosen
By boys who wouldn’t be my first choice.
Waiting for someone to discover me
See I was here all along
They don’t recognise my value
My beauty goes unobserved
I could climb to the highest peaks
Scream into the wind
That I am here
Willing
Worthy
Waiting
For my chance of happiness
Only to descend alone.
Boys manoeuvre past me
Some look over their shoulder
Fleeting moments
Now it’s too late
Too late for enquiries
Too late for flirtation
Too late – my interest wanes.
For those who ask me why
Why I’ve never been spotted, selected, secured?
I don’t know
Maybe it’s my good fortune
Maybe it’s them that’s not good enough for me
Maybe I’ve blown it somewhere
Maybe I’ve sat the wrong test
Like a docile amateur excited to show my worth
Only to realise that the system doesn’t favour me.
There have been boys
That have stayed for a time
But never stayed
Who waltz in and out of my life again
Some I have on rotation and send messages to
When I’m incredibly lonely
Convincing myself that they really do like me
Citing wrong timing, work commitments, distance
Or anything else that brings comfort
It doesn’t explain why
I’d be waiting to understand fully.
And now – I’m no longer waiting
For the man of my dreams
The man of my life
The man of the moment.
Some young bucks tell me to keep
Hope alive
Before disappearing
I will not.
Clichés are jammed down my throat
“You never know”
“It could still happen”
“Don’t give up”
I have given up!
Don’t weep for me
I will always love boys
Love their smiles, their bodies, their charm, their chat, their embrace
But I will not wait
To be pronounced special
To be paraded on an arm
To be promised the earth and more.
I am going to cavort with the men with
No or bad intentions
If I have never sunk so low before, I will now
And I’m going to enjoy it.
“Why I’ve never been spotted, selected, secured?” This. No matter how much weight I know self worth holds, systematic conditioning and programming always brings me back to this.
I so enjoyed this piece Kat! I knew I would! Thanks for sharing. Our vulnerability is our strength. ❤️
Steph (SFP)
Awww thanks Steph. I love your comment ‘Our vulnerability is our strength’. That may have to be a future poetry prompt. xxx