ewwwww i hate this

Growing up, they gave us lessons on how to tie a tourniquet

None of which fit you

So i travelled up to space, zipped through the atmosphere, learnt another language

Only ever thought of your face

Of the love in your eyes, the ones i wish i could bring to see the stars up here with me

But i wouldnt ruin the surprise

It would be cool if you laughed, or cried

Hugged me, or took what i gave you without a second thought of what it was

I decorated it with sparkles from the finest stars, crushed to mutilated perfection

Dyed with colours unseen by the human eye, and laced with white silk from the milky way, scooped from the infamous river of stars that sent a wave rocking the galaxy

Rocks from mars, scrap metal from spaceships i boarded (much like a public train)

I sent prayers to the vast hollowness, asking for a cosmic gift enough to represent you, complete my grand gesture as a whole

Instead i put in your hands, a tourniquet

A piece of junk to someone else,

Something to hold you together, intertwine us forever

You didnt stand there, with tears in your eyes, clutching this fragile piece of cloth to your chest like a bundle of pearls belonging to your grandmother

You let it hold you together, and i couldn't help the look that shined across my face

Something tranquil

It was alien to me, but i had learnt so from such a place

When your rough thumb strokes the adornments glued on by dark matter,

I could almost feel it in my soul

confirming everything for me, my sacrifice was worth it

I finished tying the tourniquet across the invisible gash everyone somehow managed to see

It would never be invisible to me, as i now adorned the same ailment for eternity

I would let dust dwell on it till your tourniquet chips and frays

Hopefully discovered by beings from light years away, when our world is nothing but decay

And your skeletal grip submits the tourniquet to its rightful hands, traveling (almost) back in time to the place it derived