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Lavender Stalks

7/21/2016

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I found you in the drawer of my dresser 
with lavender stalks and pills without pleasure 

You found me in your cigarette's ember 
that helps you forget 
when you body remembers me 

The irony in recovery
is that we 
are one another's safety 
and the reason we hate me

I can't heal from you without your help 
My broken parts are pieces of your shell 

I found you in the cold-watered bathtub 
You found me in my car with the pipe plugged 

The irony in recovery
is that we 
are one another's safety 
and the reason we hate me

We bled out all our innocence 
to color our roses 
to color the moments
to color us in 

When I get there 
will you open the door 
I'm finding out what we were 
bleeding for

I forgive you for the things that
I know you know 
you might always do

But I bet flowers grow at your feet 
wherever it is that you are living now 

and I'm so glad.

Copyright © 2016 All Rights Reserved - Paul Travis
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