Poems from Harshita Tripathi
you aren’t in love with me.
you're in love with the thought of me.
in love with the way my waist
dips in
to my hips,
travelling
to...
because you’ve never seen the kind
of love that picks you up when you fall
because you can’t remember the last
time you saw your mother...
weave your fingers
through my hair as
a spider weaves its
web.
cocoon me in your
arms,
encased, cradled,
warm.
how do you do that?
keep...
snow queen
iced and blue
my heart is hurting
dripping icicles
pause
refreeze.
what kind of love is this?
fuck.
fuck the kind of love
that...
sometimes i just want to destroy
myself.
i know this is wrong,
you,
this,
us.
wrong.
but look at how right it feels.
lips locked ...