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 ...

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