If I thought I was losing you I wouldn't beg you to stay I'd say that when you breathe, I see stars because I imagine your heart inside your body pumping blood to your veins and your lungs expanding and letting go and all I can think of is how I never want to be your lungs because I could never let go of your air.
I'd tell you that your eyes put the northern lights to shame. That I've been everywhere and nowhere feels more at home than sitting on the curb of a street in a city I don't know with you by my side.
If I thought I was losing you I would tell you that I'm not one for love poems, but the sound of you saying my name is enough to make me think of red roses and blue violets. And that when you touch me the roses are blue and the violets are red and everything painful inside my head doesn't matter.
If I thought you were going to leave I wouldn't ask you to stay, I'd tell you that every word that comes from your mouth leaves me breathless; That there are little caves in your body and I picked a temporary home in your larynx so you could always feel me in the words you're nervous to say.
I'd let you know that my whole life I've been searching for myself, and amidst the shadows I found your bright eyes, and I lost my senses there... and found them as well.
I want to tell you that all I need is you and a record player. That music runs through my veins, and right next to Every Grain of Sand and my love for Bob Dylan, you're there. Shining through my bloodstream, leading the way to my heart.
If I thought I was losing you, I wouldn't beg you to stay. I'd say that you're the best and worst thing that has ever happened to my poetry. That I find metaphors in the notches of your spine, that I play them like a piano. And most of all, above all these things, I'd say darling don't go, I'll miss you.