And you'd barely been married 
Before they told you I was coming out
The same way I went in.
The ruffles on the wedding dress
Still scented with the occasion-
Nobody came.

Chin up, Chin up,
You say,
And you can't see my neck is broken.

It's all your fault, 
But I love you anyway...
I think. 

I'm trying not to be you,
In your stained sweatpants and perpetual clogs
You wear them in December,
You find them convenient
Enough to ignore your exposed heels 
In the winter snow,
And my vertebrae
Slowly buckling under their weight.