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david mitchell Mar 2017
you're nothing.
you know,
i know,
i'm nothing.

i'm nothing.
you're something.
i know,
you know,
we're nothing.

we know.
we're something.
david mitchell Mar 2017
Sometimes you left me alone,
Sitting in an empty house,
Where I could think, less than freely.
Only of you, but that's okay,
Because I do that a lot, anyway.

When I sat there, in that house,
And talked to myself,
Maybe I should've told the truth,
But to that, I say no.
I'd rather waste my youth.

I'm a waste of youth, a waste of space,
And you tried to convince me otherwise.
But now you've proven me trivial,
Simply a means to deeper appreciation.
Making me the only guest at love's funeral.
lost my grĂ¼ve
david mitchell Mar 2017
Four figure eights,
Only on the edge, never straight,
Slowly swimming into madness,
Calmly chaotic, never sedate.
Frantic fingers, fumbling for a fix,
For without it, we're ever anxious
stay in school, if you want to, loser.
david mitchell Feb 2017
Painted poetry,
All along the hallways.
Hidden in ingenuity,
Your ideas wasted away,
Living in me, almost lucidly.
david mitchell Feb 2017
A talk,
With someone,
Whom you love.
Always turns sour,
But only for you.

A cake,
Imaginary.
Only two files,
And a coat of paint,
Deep blue.

A drink.
Maybe two.
Caught up,
Remembering regrets.
Maybe a few.

A smile,
A day saved,
Pasts destroyed.
Heart enslaved,
By an open world view.
david mitchell Feb 2017
An innocently wise girl once taught me,
How to know that old souls die young.
Then the bridge offered to throw us into the sea,
We could've drowned brightly,
But we chose a different perspective and reality.
I used to be called 'sunny d'
weird but nice
david mitchell Feb 2017
All you had to do was ask,
I've almost left.
You're almost here, ethereal.
It's all in your head,
I'm sorry I'm no longer in your bed.
But can I get your numbers again?
It was only a few words I said,
Sorry that I was mistaken,
Can you banish them from your head?
In the morning I'd make you bacon,
I'd even serve it with toasted bread.
It could be a perfect meal when you awaken,
But that's an If Only, because you're already dead.
If you lose someone you love, there's no need to worry, you'll be close to okay, some day.
"when i ask why, don't cry"
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