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david mitchell Apr 2017
i'm a weeping willow tree,
a hot cup of black irish tea,
a door-less skeleton key,
i'm an undefined wannabe.
pedantic as can be.
shoots and scabbards.
david mitchell Feb 2017
Left lost after love's deep virulence,
Leaving me in deep need of a metaphysical therapist.
Her heart harder than the blindness of erebus,
But the relationship was based off of panic trusts,
So forever until never it was, a manic driven worldless wonderlust.
i'll come back to it, maybe later, maybe never
david mitchell Feb 2018
I miss you
I miss what you meant to me
And this isn't hurting as much as it ought to be
It's just a longing
A wish
That you never had to go back on me

I miss you
And what you did to me
Cleared my head, taught me to see

I miss you
And everything you made of me
it's different now, i don't want it back, i just miss it
david mitchell Apr 2017
Trust me, give me your seed,
I'll let your roots grow into me,
We can face our leaves towards the sea.
We could grow intertwined,
Into a lock without a key.
We could grow a color filled canopy,
That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty.
Let's let our sad hearts atrophy,
And together, become a tree,
Just you and me.
why was the topic tree? you made me write a happy prospecting poem, that was hard.
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 Apr 2018
remember when we taught each other to think?
about how emotions were hex-codes,
and my midnight mood was light pink?
we talked on until our metaphors started to unfold,
and with every word told we let our shared emotions sink in,
until we felt the need to drink them back into a deep sleep again.
i'm sorry that i still write about you, if you still read them, i doubt it. it's not that i'm not over it, or that it still brings me sadness, it's just interesting. you were the most interesting and impactful thing that ever happened to me and i will never be able to forget or regret it. anyways, you're probably the cooliest cat i'll have the pleasure meeting and i hope the people around you realize your mind's strange beauty. love ya forever, hope you don't hate me too much, adieu. -- sunny d
david mitchell Jul 2019
terrible forest
crystal pillars loom over
ancient are these peaks

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