Southern Comfort 


I was option #2 meanwhile her southern comfort was away.  Some butch from California dumped her and a date with an acquaintance didn’t pan out.  Foolishly awestruck amidst her beauty, I cave.  She is mine for a great while though reluctant she falls madly in love with me.  I’m her best man yet she will repeatedly beat me down and leave my soul naked floundering for cover.  Truth is I knew I never had a chance once southern comfort returned home.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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