I'm careless with my things
i've lost pens to the ether
coins to nonexistent black holes and voids
But you are no object
And you insist i call you 'mine'
what you don't realize
Is that if i do
I'll be condemning you.
To the farthest reaches of the dark
To the places I can no longer find
And i do not want that.
I do not want to lose you
You are not spare change, not the left overs from something of value
Not a pen used and lost
You are the thoughts flowing in my head
The ones that dance with my hand leaving ink like footsteps
See our beauty in tandem
With every streak from this pen
And every stroke from this brush
And every word seen, sung, or  spoken
Stay.
For you are the air that surrounds me and i still want to breathe
So please.
Dont let me lose you