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Jan 28 · 632
Never mine, never mind
Kriti Gupta Jan 28
My keyboard remembers your name better than I remember the pain
I lie awake at night fearing no one will ever know my veins
There’s still a part of me that’s disappointed you never changed
And I keep telling myself, in another life..?
Maybe that time, I’ll come out with the right skin type
But this was it, there is no another universe
No matter how much I try to kid myself
This is all we had, all I could give you
And it wasn’t enough
I didn’t want to beg, but I did
I know you felt it, I came to my knees,
Longing, aching
Please, please, love my ***** skin.
i only think about you in the hours where I never had you
Aug 2023 · 83
Untitled
Kriti Gupta Aug 2023
You know what ***** me up
The algorithm
It knows I’m heartbroken
And it shows me other pain stricken words
But every time I read them
I end up thinking of the love that I know I’ve lost forever
The one where he sits in heaven disappointed in me for not loving myself as much as I can
And in those moments
The hurt you caused is a pinprick
Grief, situationship
Aug 2023 · 561
I can’t win
Kriti Gupta Aug 2023
I raced for you like shelter
Until I realised you were the storm
And I could’ve been anything in the world
But all I wanted to be was yours
2 and a half weeks of progress gone in one afternoon
Kriti Gupta Aug 2023
You knew I was fragile
But you dropped me anyway
And even still it never took much of me to love you,
But it took all of me to leave you

k.g.
guess who's back again
Mar 2021 · 294
Your skin is art
Kriti Gupta Mar 2021
shadowed by the sun
with skin uglier than hers
who says?
she says!
when her voice doesn't sing for me

outside of skin
colour means everything
the bolder and brighter
commanding to be seen

but why is it no matter how much we scream
you can't see me for the artwork i happen to be
Feb 2021 · 985
Self
Kriti Gupta Feb 2021
I feel my love
In silence and in waves

From the teardrops that whisper
To the cyclone that prays
I love myself today
Feb 2021 · 263
sinking
Kriti Gupta Feb 2021
to carve lines in your skin
hurting less than my whims
my instinct unmatched
for the words I never sing

if you convince me of a story
i’ll fall deep into your core
actions scream louder
than the world I beg for
Jan 2021 · 113
Hold your breath
Kriti Gupta Jan 2021
You were a never mind
Practically never mine
Caught between a line of lies
Filled with hate you never left behind

Somedays were a tsunami
You pulled me under to drown me
Lost in a sea of your demons
That you gave me to hold
Jan 2021 · 119
Linguistic Flight
Kriti Gupta Jan 2021
Write with me
So you can come fly with me
It’s the ultimate key
To this worlds sorcery
Dec 2020 · 86
Eve
Kriti Gupta Dec 2020
Eve
It’s the magic of the season
The twinkle in her eyes
She goes to sleep wishing
For every strength and might
Dec 2020 · 252
Divided
Kriti Gupta Dec 2020
A lack of care, consideration and desire runs deep within our skin
A clash of cultures leaves me wondering which bin do I fall in
You try to work the friendships that look similar so they win
But it’s often the ones from a foreign land who treat you like a king
Nov 2020 · 304
Sunflower
Kriti Gupta Nov 2020
I whisper in the wind
Searching for the sun to win
I’m a pretty sunflower
Won’t you pick me for your whims
Oct 2020 · 125
Runaway
Kriti Gupta Oct 2020
Why do the monsters hide away,
till my heart’s decided it’s time to play

Why do whispers slither past,
a brain that’s convinced it’s never going to last

And why does the chorus yell for you,
when I’ve already decided we’re practically through
I keep choosing the same kind of guy
Oct 2020 · 62
Fitting
Kriti Gupta Oct 2020
It’s a song sung too often;
‘Why won’t he like me?’
I ask myself
As I pick the scars of his past to see
Where I could fit, so delicately
I’ll mould and shape, to suit your tastes
Who am I without one to please
Oct 2020 · 257
Circumnavigating
Kriti Gupta Oct 2020
My heart isn’t broken
It’s dented in places
I’m rather accident prone you see
With damaged wipers and broken hazards
This muscle is the heaviest machinery
Oct 2020 · 74
deep inside my head
Kriti Gupta Oct 2020
I’m often told to write
for the feeling of escape
most times it does the opposite
i get bogged down in my ways
it taps into emotions
the ones riddled inside my brain
i’m wondering if the art is worth all of my pain.
I always cry when I write, and also ruin my skincare routine
Sep 2020 · 50
limpid
Kriti Gupta Sep 2020
treading crystal water
waiting for lillies to grow
into my pure limpid eyes
he goes
Sep 2020 · 48
despondent
Kriti Gupta Sep 2020
Lately I’ve been reaching out
and my heart hits roadblocks
before I’ve had a chance to shout

The world spins faster
i’ve lost my seat
who here is left fighting for me
Sep 2020 · 65
stratosphere
Kriti Gupta Sep 2020
the sun doesn't shine for just one person
but the moon sets only for you
the stars whisper secrets
giving you something to believe in
the wind howls, you can do this too
manifest
Sep 2020 · 130
calendar marks
Kriti Gupta Sep 2020
when September interrupted
sleepless nights, eyes haunting
much too strong, you told me
addicted to the words, you sold me
Aug 2020 · 115
the secret to poetry
Kriti Gupta Aug 2020
to write for the sake of writings sake
is a curse in its own right
you bleed yourself til words run dry
a cruel mistress of the night

tell me are you happy with your turn of phrase
does it tick all the boxes you've hidden away
when the moon starts to sink and your eyes go to roll
mildew has swept across your very hold

so what's the sake of this story you tell yourself
the one with the prison, and guards, and belt
on this blank page you question the lies you sell
love notes to tomorrow, you think you mean well
Aug 2020 · 72
look, don't touch
Kriti Gupta Aug 2020
i wear attention like diamonds
sparkling, glistening
admiring the reflection i show
you don't get to speak, only seek
validate just, what i need
Aug 2020 · 154
bloom
Kriti Gupta Aug 2020
A tisket, a tasket
A petal and a basket
A pretty little who couldn’t hold her past in

A tisket, a tasket
A petal and a basket
A million little worries starting to sow a garden
inspired by flowers
May 2020 · 73
Half alive
Kriti Gupta May 2020
What is home?
When you no longer feel life rushing through your bones.
What is love?
When even if it’s conditional it’s just not enough.
What is life?
When you’re constantly wanting to taste the clouds and have it stop.
Nov 2019 · 171
Love and other highs
Kriti Gupta Nov 2019
Time and time again
I gave you reasons to say yes
All you had left in your heart
Was reasons to run left

You asked me for the truth
For months I held my heart
Til you said the words we’re hoping for
I said I love you yet
Sep 2019 · 368
questions
Kriti Gupta Sep 2019
is this time the charm?
tell me are we finally on a perfect path?
do we meet in the middle?
does your heart swell a little?
am I fitting your curtains once more?
On this again
Sep 2019 · 362
cycle
Kriti Gupta Sep 2019
jumped back on a ride
worn breaks, broken ties
with a wheel left spinning
heart hanging out the side
They say having *** I’d like riding a bicycle, having *** with you is even better
Aug 2019 · 1.2k
lately
Kriti Gupta Aug 2019
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
Aug 2019 · 410
Untitled
Kriti Gupta Aug 2019
“I don’t know what we are”
We’re gray baby
Gray


k.g.
Aug 2019 · 258
displaced
Kriti Gupta Aug 2019
man if only i knew
what part of me
meant a part to you
Aug 2019 · 233
it never rains in la
Kriti Gupta Aug 2019
I always thought our paths would re-intertwine

But yours got cut short and mine is left wandering at night

Maybe it's the romanticisation of what I can no longer hope to have

The boy on the rooftop, gone too fast
i was so lucky to have you
Jun 2019 · 280
Routine Works
Kriti Gupta Jun 2019
Is this the rest of my life?
Hands ticking, passing the time
Brush those teeth, part your hair right
One large sip, frozen in mind

Is this the rest of my life?
Hands ticking, passing the time
You say maybe, I say fine
Trap my sorrow, hold me tight
Jun 2019 · 191
Go home now
Kriti Gupta Jun 2019
There’s a barrier in my mind
While I try to cry over what you said last night
I know that it’s more than fine
So why the hell does it keep me up till light

The xans do little to pass the time
Hands shake ‘baby come back to mine’
My soul leaves your body, its time to fly
Disassociating our very lives
Apr 2019 · 525
Textbook narrative
Kriti Gupta Apr 2019
I’m full of stories that I’ll never wanna tell
They’ll discourage my daughter from loving herself
Full of ones touch that I’m not sure I want back
A damaged armour, far beyond cracked
I should be past this by now
Apr 2019 · 199
acquiesce
Kriti Gupta Apr 2019
you sound like a writer
with a realism decipher
and a heart left on clearance
while you’re trying to turn the lights on
This started out as me trying to write about something not sad but it turned out to be that weird numb feeling anyway
Apr 2019 · 250
red
Kriti Gupta Apr 2019
red
angry red marks
for your angry red past
with a sliver of your heart
yea you’re tearing it apart
Kriti Gupta Apr 2019
A simple distraction
A week long attraction
Directed my attention from the one that couldn’t happen
Little infatuation
Oh **** I’m saying his name again
You calling on my cellphone is enough to forget him

I slip between the boundaries
I wonder if I’m bothering
And every time I see his tribe I know that this is foreign tea

You were the perfect plaything
He holds my heart in pieces
And now I know that loving him hasn’t disappeared for a second
Jan 2019 · 190
A story as old as time
Kriti Gupta Jan 2019
A story concluded before it even began
An investment you wanted but could not plan
Pulling my guts, singlet inside out
Veins tainted blue, from what he did to whom
Centuries of tremors, convinced there’s no cure
If love can’t build bridges, what good is love for
You gave me the reasons, I begged for the cure
The next girl you date, a ring on her finger
But a perfect recipe from a faith filled member
Nov 2018 · 360
The magic you carried
Kriti Gupta Nov 2018
Stars on a terrace
Loving in dark, broken in light
Teetering too far
Sacred places left in my heart
I’m caught with the monster in my head
Nostalgic for the love I never kept
The veins rebelled behind my bones
My mind going to a place
When love was a word
Not a fight that grew cold
Nov 2018 · 249
the right thing
Kriti Gupta Nov 2018
I think I made a grave mistake
instigating this heartbreak
different paths
open hearts
life came at us way too fast

we grew tired, distant and far
good for right now was no longer enough
separated by sheets, separated by me
you were the boy with a hand clasping please
I was the girl who got up to leave

if I didn’t sit up at a quarter to three
wondering how I compared to a bottle of whiskey
maybe we’d be okay, maybe we’d breathe

if I didn’t stay awake and fell to my dreams
I could stay, being the goldfish on your cheek
Just cause it’s the right thing to do doesn’t mean it’s not killing me
Jul 2018 · 381
110% in
Kriti Gupta Jul 2018
All of these walls were built to keep you from entering my home
Damaged room after room, you kept wandering the halls
Tearing each brick down, wanting more
When will it be enough?

Till the floor sinks in?

When will it be enough?

Am I worthy of your sin?
Jul 2018 · 320
foreign aid
Kriti Gupta Jul 2018
your tongue teases me
linguistically
writing the aftermath of my heartbreak
clean up efforts be ******

with a mission not to heal
but to make me feel
my words no longer made of steel
forgive my hands they’re fully stained
i’ll wipe them clean, make us whole again
Jul 2018 · 891
nine years
Kriti Gupta Jul 2018
my scars own me
deep and dark
building bridges
     future
        present
            past

my thoughts haunt me
spreading doubt
shovelling ditches
     pull
        us
           out
Jul 2018 · 265
precisely
Kriti Gupta Jul 2018
i'm not in love
far from it
not caught up
just sittin on it
wrap me inside
ribbon tongue tied
tugging on the corners of a very fine line

now staying up
let me stay alive
give me something
let me survive
please don't be a passerby
ringing this bell for the very last time
I don't know where my head's at
Nov 2017 · 441
stagnation
Kriti Gupta Nov 2017
longer apart than ever together
caught in moments
bittersweet weather
true to form
am calls
cutting the magic
ending your hold
Nov 2017 · 455
nowadays
Kriti Gupta Nov 2017
it comes and goes in waves
dragging you for days
riddled with cliches
set in one's ways
Nov 2017 · 431
Do you want to be saved?
Kriti Gupta Nov 2017
Take a look around and rub the smog out of your eyes
Back and forth wipe that mirror of disguise
Stuck in a frozen grocery store
2 and five won't get you past that door

Spit out you soul
Spit out those lies
Travel straight past the checkout sign
Grab him for a few days or nights
Self medicate with the one you like
Oct 2017 · 934
Fixed Expression
Kriti Gupta Oct 2017
Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me

Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw

You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done
Oct 2017 · 424
glasses off
Kriti Gupta Oct 2017
I'm chasing my dream
You're chasing yours
So why do we fall
through this damaged door?
You sing songs
about broken glass
You're still bitter
but my thirst never ends
You still drape yourself
like you never left
Oct 2017 · 616
CPR
Kriti Gupta Oct 2017
CPR
your lies are so pretty
your words are so sweet
you kiss me on the mouth to bring life into me
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