I Think She's There, In the Woods

Caps lock and repeated consonants

Sounds so 

much 

more 

romantic 

than what they’re for. 

I'm writing a soundtrack 

for the passage of time 

and you're still in love 

with the cellar door.

I watched you slip down through

I know you won't be coming up for air

You're tumbling 

round 

and 

round 

inside that head 

as I sit wondering 

if you still care.

I'll blame myself if you let me 

and I know that you will.

The fault has never been yours 

and you're just here for the thrill.

And there was 

someone 

in 

here
once 

and I can't find her anymore. 

I think she slipped out the back 

and she's somewhere waiting

to be found

For you to look for...

The innocence she once wore in her smile

She whispered words 

but they were caught 

in the currents of your own grand scheme. 

She knows better 

than 

to 

think 

she deserves a second thought;

Love is a mere pipe dream.

And there she'll sit

calmly staring

unafraid. 

She never knew what safety was 

or what it was for

but a concept she'd seen 

in the old scattered pages 

of a life she imagines

exists.

Just not for her.


written on a bus in Texas November 2012