The Chase

I remember when I was a young teen

The games we played

“Let him chase you”

“Girls don’t go after boys”

Not if they’re ladies

Let him open the door

And call on the phone

The first two times

Pretend you’re not home

He’ll want you more

I never liked those games

You know why?

It was all BS

Pretending to be something

I wasn’t

Sometimes the boys

Bought into it

Because they were told….

So here I am in the August of my life

Not quite autumn but getting there

Losing a love with whom I didn’t have to pretend

Not really wanting to start again

But more not wanting to follow the rules

Why should I hold back

And put on an act

I can open a door,  can’t you tell

I  won’t sit at home, I carry my cell

Don’t want to wait, he may be the one

And if it’s not him, why can’t I have fun?

I can open a door, can’t you tell?