The Southern Comfort Smile
by Comadre· from Burn Your Bones
this is the last time you will feel me breathe so while your hands are around my neck make them into fists and choke this engine. because every night feels like sand paper down my throat and i hate your southern comfort smile. you have no fucking taste in life, so keep diving into dives. you can't say that i haven't tried to walk in your shoes so much emptiness. they've replaces your spine with extension chords, tangled up and lost. while you're sharing beds, i'm off falling in love. "this must be home." "no, this heart is my home." leave the promises because you've eaten them alive