Warning: I wrote a poem.

[setfiretolife]

Your Favorite Pen, on my altar

A simple instrument
- geometric pattern, metal gleaming -
that I would use

to stab my wrist, and watch the puddle grow -
  no blood, just you,
  leeching out of my skin.

as a lever to pull you out -
  out of my daily thoughts,
  where you linger too long.

"So I won't ever lose you, then?"
"No, you don't have to worry about that."

I would use this pen upon my memory -
  to black those lying lines
  right out.