Tourniquet
Cough and cry--
this was your life.
All that's left is ashes
slipping through your hands
Cool and silky powder
Crumbled dreams of distant lands.
Stroke and sigh
for all the lies
Locked inside a silver charm
Wound up in your memory,
safe from dust and rust and harm.
Crash and burn,
you never learn.
Still keep wishing for the past,
Clinging with a fading grip
to things that didn't ever last.
Life hates the ones
it couldn't break.