#5 Quicksand Indiana

(Josie Sayz: The fifth poem from my ‘Checkmate’ anthology. This was an incredibly fun poem to write.)

The first time we met you said to me,
“Never met a girl like you before.”
The next thing I know, I’m sat on your knee,
You said you wanna get to know me more.
And since then my whole life
Has been a rollercoaster ride.
Everything you do and say
Is leaving my tongue tied.
Sometimes I think: ‘I wanna marry him someday’.
Sometimes when I see you I just wanna run away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Always leaving me whilst you go off
On another adventure.
But when you give that smile,
I find it hard to turn away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Already figured this
And I should’ve known better.
The more I try to run
It’s hard to move away.
Because you’re quicksand Indiana.
Yeah, you’re quicksand, Indiana.
On our first date to impress me,
We walked by the pet store.
I thought you’d be brave when the snakes scared me,
But turns out you feared them more.
Sometimes I find you disappear
For weeks and weeks at a time.
But when you suddenly reappear,
You still convince me that you’re mine.
Sometimes I think: ‘I wanna marry him someday’.
Sometimes when I see you I just wanna run away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Always leaving me whilst you go off
On another adventure.
But when you give that smile,
I find it hard to turn away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Already figured this
And I should’ve known better.
The more I try to run
It’s hard to move away.
Because you’re quicksand Indiana.
Yeah, you’re quicksand, Indiana.
The more I look,
The less I see,
But then you smile,
And I just can’t seem to flee.
Although I know
You’re grips on me,
I’m all alone
And my heart just can’t believe…
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Sometimes I think: ‘I wanna marry him someday’.
Sometimes when I see you I just wanna run away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Always leaving me whilst you go off
On another adventure.
But when you give that smile,
I find it hard to turn away.
You’re quicksand Indiana.
Already figured this
And I should’ve known better.
The more I try to run
It’s hard to move away.
Because you’re quicksand Indiana.
Yeah, you’re quicksand, Indiana.
Quicksand Indiana.
Never run. Never hide.
Quicksand Indiana.
Wonder if you made it up and lied.
Quicksand Indiana.
I wanted to believe.
Quicksand Indiana.
I wanna run, but I can’t leave.

- Josie -