Audrey Stephenson Poems

I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me
A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see
Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me, darling
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I've always marveled why it was always easier to pull someone down instead of pulling them up

I suppose I've always resented these inherent little tendencies we have
Like the dulling gnaw of contrition
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All the loose leaves spread their roots
into the same vein of hope
mirroring the freckles of your skin
Crumbs of what was left for now
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It seems that words could never show the things you ought to know
I guess I’m not the only one with eyes for you, but I’m the one that’s left alone.
Because her eraser’s still there. Mine was used a long time ago.
So now I’m writing you down in ink, I know it’s worth the risk
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Salty tears welled up in my thirsty blue telescopes,
but they did not give in to the air’s temptations
I hid myself from a near explosion
The blackened circles met as a quartet of trumpets scream dirty jazz rhythm
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The morning came and dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown
A pounding head accompanied twisting fickle bowels
And as I slip into composure I paste a poignant frown
On a tired countenance
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You are my sweetest downfall
Wash these words in the morning light
To pound this styrofoam insect sight
These obligations pull the noose so tight
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Tell me about your love affairs
Tell me about your moral resignation
I want to hear all the lurid details
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How sad to think that you've burrowed through scars
Learning to dilate hope with a hand through your hair for so many years
Because it's the ones with the sorest throats
that have seen the other side of the ground
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I need to know that there will be a reasonable end as to why I feel as lonely as I do. As I am.

I need to hope that there is a reasonable chance that one will fulfill a pursuit towards me, or atleast spare a passing glance.
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