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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
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
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
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
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
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
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