Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
3.7k · Oct 2013
dresses for the wrong cause
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
1.8k · Jan 2014
Screw simplicity
Kriti Gupta Jan 2014
For someone to say I don't know you could be pretty accurate
I don't know what you do in your spare time
I don't know a lot about your friends
Hell I don't even remember the name of your college
But what I do remember is how you like the colour peach
It's an absurd word
And an even more absurd colour choice if you ask me
I also know that you can't stand it when I have mehndi on my hands but you still give into kissing me
You say it smells horrible
And that it's stupid
But you still keep me in your arms even after complaining about it
So why am I not in your arms now when everything is relatively okay
Isn't this what we've been waiting for
Because we favour the sad songs over the happy ones
Our chemistry is fuelled by the complexity of our scenario
The day we lose it
Is the day we lose each other
Simplicity was never our forte
1.4k · Oct 2014
Cereal killer
Kriti Gupta Oct 2014
One day someone is going to love me like you should have
And one day someone is going to cut you deeper than me
Then you'll know
That dealing with your kind can drive a person insane

I refuse to feel bad for something I didn't do
And I refuse to say that I wish the best for you
Even though I do
Because what kind of a boy gets hurt and then hurts you
One who's still in pain I assume

But that gives you no right
This isn't tennis
There's no hit for hit
Or *** for tat here
Defeating me won't defeat your past
All it did was break my heart
1.2k · Jun 2014
Everyone has an incentive
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
Echoing in a room of memories
Struggling to understand themselves
Words stuck on a ruined tongue
Aiming to become anew
Benefits of a scam
Of a game
Of a plan
But the benefits of a failure?
That's one to undermine your proficiency
Not excluding the fact that your allocation of thoughts are all over the place
Varying off center
Unintended
But carried efficiently
Like the assumption of happiness
Of trust and honesty
Subtle hints that should not be ignored
Regardless of the fact that you're in another's door
And i'm highlighting the points that should have stood out
The warnings
The symbols
Screaming, get out.
This is not a slam
Yes it is, go slam poetry
1.2k · Oct 2014
Raging alcoholics
Kriti Gupta Oct 2014
Alcohol isn't going to help me move on when my heart is begging you to change your mind
There is not enough ***** that could make me forget what it's like to wake up to your face
No amount of whiskey could wash the taste of you
And drinking beer...
Well drinking beer was all we ever did
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
1.2k · Jul 2014
public catastrophe
Kriti Gupta Jul 2014
her heart was at a moribund
as she fell in love despite all his foibles
like a portmanteau
but her half was a deceitful equal
left vexed and nonplussed
forbearing a mellifluous tone
1.1k · Aug 2019
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
Kriti Gupta Dec 2013
Truth be told it's similar to those little notes out mothers left in our lunchboxes.
We never notice them until they're gone.
They were just an ordinary piece of paper with swirly writing that was difficult to decipher.
Almost as if they're the full stops at the end of sentences we only notice once we read back over and they're not there
That's how I only noticed that you're not here now when you once were everywhere.
Kriti Gupta Nov 2013
No I'm no poet
Or a writer
Or a heartless author
Merely some fingers that tremble to create a picture of a waiter
But not in paints
Nor crayons
Nor colours
Nor stitches
Just merely fragments of sentences and thoughts plucked out of not my but your brain
I study you
Read you
Breathe you
Want you
Combining sounds in hopes that it will do your figure justice
Your heart
Your mind
Your soul
Cause mine was lost the moment I met yours
985 · Feb 2021
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
974 · Mar 2014
the constitution of you
Kriti Gupta Mar 2014
Nature can survive without us
But we need nature
Just like you can survive without me
But I can't survive without you
Which renders you first
Tying in with the consequences of actions
And the significance
The biggest shift in demographics
However heart-centred they may be
A political right for me to say go
But you to say no
To outpost your lies
And join a revolution
But you're breaching my civil rights
Planning and you are all that's in my mind
Kriti Gupta Jul 2014
To say you care and then walk away
Don't forget to grab an oscar en route
And hold the sour worms as a placecard
For your exceptional role as a man who sold his soul
Because it was lovely falling for you
On hands and knees
Diving head first and being scared
But you're the one who ran away
With a kiss and a **** and a goodbye hug
I didn't realise it would be the last
The last of the stares
And the last of your touch
Cause I can still feel your breath on my ear
And how can I make you understand that you changed a part of me
A person so used to coldness and regret finally found a nestegg
You
The one who said not to be afraid cause you were too
For a week felt like a lifetime
More so than anyone could possibly know
Merry Christmas, Happy Easter, Happy Anniversary, Happy New Year
But not Hanukkah
Cause we can't celebrate Hannukah
I could write forever about you
931 · Oct 2017
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
Kriti Gupta Apr 2015
You weren't the only disappointment
Everyone around me wanted to tear me down
You weren't the only heartbreaker
My friends did that too
Only they weren't friends
Just like me to you

Yet you can't text
'We're not going to lose it'
'We mean too much to each other'

What a bunch of ******* *******

People hurt
And people break
And there's no one there at the end of the day
Because we're liars
And sinners
Taking pride in heart's breaking and soul's aching
891 · Jul 2018
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
857 · Apr 2014
Stop stealing my last words
Kriti Gupta Apr 2014
These half written stories
And half written goodbyes
And without the missing chapters
I'm just a lost stanza
A pretty flute solo
With a robust cello
Conjoining factors and hazardous laws
The pain and your breath falling together
If only it were as simple as a lone wolf
One times zero equals nothing
Wouldn't you know
850 · Nov 2013
Straddling the heartbeat
Kriti Gupta Nov 2013
And I'm really an hour ahead and you're in a state of denial
Your words laced with the remains of sober thoughts
But it's the stench of the truth that pulls through
Reminding
But leaving me lost in translation
Like those misplaced love songs
And stolen letters
Never reaching their intended place of acceptance
A broken limb being held together with string but what you really need is a shotgun
Only it's one with too few bullets
Those bullets that hurt but never ****
845 · Mar 2014
Four Years
Kriti Gupta Mar 2014
The first time I saw you a bass was being cradled in your calloused hands.
Tousled hair
And I can't find the words to explain how ridiculous you looked covered in all that anger and the I'm too cool for anyone attitude.
It made me laugh
Your laugh made me laugh
It was contagious in the way that even if someone in the room hated you at the time they would release the smallest of smiles just because of you.
I don't have any photos of us left.
But I have memories worth a billion years.
The stupid code names and the stupidity in yourself

I remember the summer of 2009-2010 and how you became super reckless after you moved to New York and I moved back to Australia.
Jumping off your roof onto the trampoline
Getting into motorcycle crashes
I was 13 by then and you were 15 ready to take on the world
But you saw me as an equal
You saw all the things in me that no one else did
I was never a little girl to you
I was just...
Your girl
We kept each other just for each other
Not letting others affect out friendship or know about us to some extent
That's what made it
What made us so truthful

I remember when you told me about the leukaemia
I hated you
I yelled
Screamed
Cried
How could you let me in like that just to tell me that you're going to die soon and there's nothing I could do
And you didn't even tell me in person
You waited till I was back to the other side of the world
All those mystery appointments finally started making sense
You were dying the day I met you
You were dying when we played music together
You were dying when we had to say goodbye
Only I refused to say goodbye cause I was convinced I'd be back next vacation
I didn't get my goodbye
You were dying while I was flying over Europe
You were dying while I visited Paris and thought of you
You were dying while I travelled around India
While I celebrated my 13th birthday and you didn't know if you'd even make it to your 16th
You did though
But not your 17th
Or your 18th
Your 19th
20th?
And later this year your 21st
You didn't get to graduate
We didn't get to have our planned reunion
Or go on all those travel plans
Play music around the world
None of it came true
Because six months after your 15 they were scattering your ashes into the ocean.
So that you could go and visit every corner on the globe anyway

Tell me Zane
Is the world really as beautiful as we want it to be?
Because there's so much I could say about how much I hate it
How much I hate you having to go away
How I hate that I've spent the past four years not hearing your voice
How I hate that you chose to go away in the end
Because you knew you were dying and just like everything else you wanted control over it
You were so stubborn
And we fought so much
There'd be days where we would refuse that the other existed cause we both wanted hold over the situation
But in the end you'd scrunch up your eyes and I'd punch you lightly in the arms and everything was perfect

I miss you
More than anything
I'm constantly reaching into the air trying to grasp any remains of you
You would think after four years I would be used to it but the space that you occupied is empty and it's hard not to notice
I'm still drowning in the fact that you loved me as much as you said you did
I'm still praying that tomorrow when I wake up you'll be here
I'm still remembering conversations and tiny details
I'm still never going to let you go
Because even though you're not here, your the reason I'm still breathing.
I can never put all these feelings into words and if I had the time to write about you all the time, there would be a **** book saga by now and you would pay me out so much for it.
I love you Zane. So **** much. I've never stopped, I don't think I ever will because it's not possible.
Rest in peace my beautiful boy.
845 · Oct 2014
21 is incomplete
Kriti Gupta Oct 2014
It's your birthday and I cancelled the balloons
It's your birthday and I drank all your *****
It's your birthday and I'm sleeping in your shirt
It's your birthday and you're sleeping with her
834 · Oct 2014
Mr. Sensitive
Kriti Gupta Oct 2014
You're just another cigarette that burned out too soon
And I'm just another girl left in the shadow of the moon
Two months too little
Two months too soon
Two months showed me I was better off on the moon
For a lack of evidence
A lack of proof
Aren't these craters then better than you?
Because we forgive in order not to lose
Conversing in apologies and mere thank you's
Afraid of taking two steps back
But the longer you dance with the devil, the longer you remain in hell
Hypocrisy was your finest excuse
829 · Jun 2014
stars of misfortune
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
I smell like roses
taste like chocolate
because a fragrance can be a cure
joy and sorrow are equal transactions
in situations of silence
two eyes are stars
like stories are illusions
with blisters on your soul

k.g.
this one is pretty ****** to be honest
Kriti Gupta Oct 2013
you know that swans can die of a broken heart when their partner leaves.
people have said that on ice I am more graceful than a swan.
this adds up in ways that I don't appreciate
but its like i was born to tell you i love you and then just leave
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 Jun 2014
it was an endless expansion of noise
human noise
people that you've been before
the ones who you can't help but care for
you're only as wise as the mistakes you've made
and you're only as free as the songs you play
you've become my inspiration
my destination
Kriti Gupta Jul 2014
the clouds might be gray
and the sea may be too
but nothing's as bad
as when i'm not with you

those 3am thoughts
those 5pm tears
with darkness ****** upon us
and lightness bled to white

notes left on chalkboard
and tears with no flight

no message
no call
no facebook acknowledgment at all

you want to stay friends?
that's all?

no hello
no goodbye
no, hey are you alright?
i was stupid to think you'd call
we aren't even friends anymore
Kriti Gupta May 2015
Friday's are for dreaming,
Monday's are for reality check's
They never said it would be easy

The best things in life weren't meant to be
They're tough
Painful
And raw

Love can be a fire that you watch burn to ashes
Because you like broken pieces more than he knows
Vicious and unapologetic
Dark and cruel
A light knocking on its door

The fear in every chuckle
The reason for tomorrow
The past hurts and, present is pain
When you first fall, you never stop
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 Jan 2015
There's sleep in your eyes with your lips on mine
Six bottles of beer and a checkout time
A pizza to share and a sheet of truth
Time stops that I wish that I could rewind
I close my eyes and feel our hands intertwined
I close my mind and see you by my side
Calling me beautiful every day and night
Hips pressed
Tongues stressed
You could break my heart any time

Will you continue to hum till I cry
And stare at you out of the corner of my eye
Before you kiss my tears goodbye
Going to bed without you feels like there's no end in sight
My heart can't take this
Please come back tonight
Distance is our biggest mistake
Why does home have to be so far away
Come back please, a month is far too long to see your face again
740 · Jun 2014
One step closer
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
Why should I live in pieces?
I once had the best relationship with darkness
And you acquainted me with the light
I'm rejected by barren lands yet still alive in my breath
And how can you say you know about love
And how can one explain of a shadow and acceptance
Because until you share someone's pain
You don't get separated from your own
And that pain doesn't get separated from us
you've become a muse
706 · Apr 2015
Love and its stages
Kriti Gupta Apr 2015
Changing your name on my phone was one of the hardest things I had to do
So how do you fall out of love?
Please tell me your secret
Because replacing the love with hate is not what you deserve
Nor is it something that I could perform

It's rebuilding and filling the spaces now there
It's haunting and hypnotic

The lack of words spoken
Not about romance
Not about tea
No longer wanting me in the way I knew

We were together
While forever apart
And we were strangers connected by broken hearts

I burned with a fever
While you held your degree
Friendship over love and *** over drugs
Loving you seems more than enough

To write you in colours that don't exist
And memories that are paid to fade
Isn't this just another stage of human decay?
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
666 · Jun 2014
brushes of the past
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
page after page
yet none could compare to this story
the story of a girl
who knew she actually couldn't take on the whole world
as separation is a form of punishment
a destroying factor in a lover's quarrel
the love between the sun and the moon
not between the earth and the sky
so why does the day remain angry with me?
its a good night
Kriti Gupta Jan 2014
You're not as sweet as your name
But your lips are
A fury of limbs not even resisting anymore
But what makes you an even bigger ******* is the fact that you don't want more
You're happy with a tangle of words and thoughts and hearts
Pushing
Pulling
Unable to reach a point of conclusion
A cycle that keeps on turning
Struggling to accept the
The way that your pulse races into mine
Refusing for things to make sense
Because you seem to prefer the damaged ends
The open wounds
Much like the overly cliche stanzas that have become our excuse
Blame the distance
Blame the way your face only appears once in a thousand days
But you refuse to blame yourself
To accept the fear behind each touch
Because you don't want to be in love
616 · Oct 2017
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
Kriti Gupta Oct 2017
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck
I don't want this empty bed, or a text left unsent
I want a sip of coffee
That tastes just like you
I want the feeling of euphoria
One plus one doesn't have to equal two
561 · Apr 2015
Attachment to detachment
Kriti Gupta Apr 2015
Two years is a long time to fall for someone
In less than two minutes it can be all gone
From strangers we met as the music rolled in
And now I can't write to that song or your face
I can't sing at the top of my lungs like we did by the ocean
Or watch suits by myself cause this bed isn't yours
I'm still yours
You're just not mine
547 · Apr 2015
Restore my love
Kriti Gupta Apr 2015
It's a combination of the two
Of the loss and the pain
I'm almost out of tears
I'm almost out of rain
I'm coughing up the moments
I'm coughing up the laughs
I'm holding onto fragments
Of a deep and somber past

It's funny the concept of forever
Eternity
A lifetime
Day by day forming the rest of our lives
No longer intertwined
546 · Jun 2014
Crafting a decrease
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
It's a night of poetic prowess
Tape over unresolved discussions
Don't go throwing another in the deep end
As the life preserver is already flat
The atmosphere has lost its beauty
And misconceptions
Misapprehensions
Filled with hope
Become my dividing force
this doesn't even make sense
story of my life
540 · Aug 2023
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
530 · Jun 2015
the light
Kriti Gupta Jun 2015
Forever was real when it left your lips
you meant every breath you let into me
With an open heart and,
an open mind

Do I have faith in time
in the absence of a damaged mind

The thoughts of you keep me up at night
waiting on summer and a shining light

You were the sun
I was the grass
You made me greener
then left me in the dark
I've watched way too much Scandal and Olitz makes me think of you
Kriti Gupta Jul 2014
You’re next door curled up in bed
And I’m here replaying last night in my head
With three spoons of sugar
And two cups of tea
An attempt for sweetness and a plea from me

Control. control.
We held control
Responsible to a point of being in someone else's home
Restrain. restrain.
But don't push away
A worthy raincheck and a dance to your name

For the look in your eyes
And your place card on mine
Was a reception started two heartbeats too late
520 · Jan 28
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
519 · Apr 2019
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
Kriti Gupta Apr 2014
You thought that Canada was a part of the states
You thought that making really cheesy comments and acting like you did when we first fell in love was the right thing to do
You think that saying you've seen what's out there but you realise you want me makes everything better?
You think that no other guy has a chance with me and you pride yourself in the fact that I can't rid myself of you
You feel like I should be all yours or nothing
But I just can't let it go
Let you go
Let this go
I should be though
Cheat
Liar
User
Those are some words to describe you
Lover
Handsome
Forever
That's what you once were
I want you but I don't
I need you but I don't
You make me sick but you make me want you more than anything
This cycle isn't ending
We aren't ending
Do I even want us to?
Kriti Gupta Nov 2013
Keep breathing
Keep that heart beating girl
Forget he ever held it
Cause afterwards he crushed it
And you're worth far more
Than a broken stereo
487 · Feb 2014
A basic foundation
Kriti Gupta Feb 2014
Hey guess what I'm in love with you. Everything about you. And I can't stand it half of the time but the other half of the time I understand all those stupid stanzas and love songs and books because that's how I feel about you. You're the most amazing person and I don't deserve you. But I'm glad you came back.. However more than anything I'm glad you never really left.
This isn't even really a poem, or is it, what the **** is poetry sometimes anyway
461 · Jan 2014
Hold the line
Kriti Gupta Jan 2014
There's always so much hidden beneath the words we refuse to say
Similar to when we leave thoughts to gather up a storm on their own
So why after professing ones love in actions do we return to avoiding messages and cutting phone calls?
How can you close your eyes and just say time flies when you haven't moved an inch
You don't even apologise
Or blame the way the earth spins
Just rid your horizon of the next transmission and all is well in your spectrum
As your face value rockets while mine plummets
Tell me how did you trap me in this simulation of fun
I need to stop thinking about you
455 · Nov 2017
nowadays
Kriti Gupta Nov 2017
it comes and goes in waves
dragging you for days
riddled with cliches
set in one's ways
Kriti Gupta Nov 2014
Philosophical on a scorching day
Write your thoughts, wasted away
Won't you share them with me?
To be what you want and not what you need
Maybe both
Maybe hope
Odd enough to be your number one?
The art of survival has left me undone
Next page