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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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You cannot love me
I am out of my mind You said I'm not fragile just way too damn kind Now that I've met you one life's not enough The same life I tried ending in my father's red truck But now I know you. I always have. You could leave me like Moses in my childhood bed use my name as a curse and sleep with my friends But I'd swear on my mother still I'd swear on her you're the most perfect thing I've seen on this earth now that I know you. Always have. Always have. Copyright © 2016 All Rights Reserved - Paul Travis |