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Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
classify it as independence
as a water bomb burst
classify it as a lie that hasn't yet been told
hold it over your head
delicately off a silk worm
careful you don't form it into something that'll explode
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
the five seconds apart from you is too much
the oceans somehow don't matter
relying on the transmission from one corner to another
and you feel as if you're dancing on water

repeating stanzas into misty doors
as if its a functional degree
raging on the alcohol
like its feeding you and me
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
And I think I saw you flash before my eyes.
And constrict me from breathing.
Shutting off my lungs.
It hurt so much.
And its like my heart is a guitar because you’re constantly plucking the strings
Its driving me insane.

Now please don’t let me fall
Because we both know I’ll drown
There’s no easy way out

I can barely see the skyline
Its fading baby
You’re fading away
If I leave do you think you’ll stay
And I can’t find the words to finish this
But goodbye means forever
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
So here I am and I’m trying but I just can’t let this go and these are the words that will haunt me till dawn
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
a fragment of time left in classrooms alone
the taste of whiskey left barren in your bone
its almost like you went to hell
but in reality you're still standing still

its like the way you lick your lips
claiming that its just an old habit
the way the clouds roll into the day
its almost like you never went away

for titles leave unexplained absences
and stories leave wounds wide open
but the rhythm leaving your body
is one of a still heart
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
the corsage is stained with your blood
the dress is in shreds
the jewellery gone rusty
the hair a mess
the gravestone non-existent
the photo's burned
the remains of you
no longer on earth
You should have been my formal date
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
its like the taste of blueberry bagels and low-fat yoghurt
its marginal
but its there

its like the scent of the grass at 5am
its usually not your first thought
but its there

its like remembering your name on a gravestone
you go days barely remembering
but its there
I like abnormally long titles
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