Remember that suit at the wedding?
I breathed in hard as the clasp shut tight
Corsetting me to shallow breaths
And a constant tension of stomach muscles
Awaiting a punch.
You were my waistband
I outgrew and, out of desire
For better days, kept.
I forced myself into your love
And although having no feeling,
Comfort was in constriction.
And then you broke
As the seat of your love
Tore asunder and I
Was cold.