As kids
We were taught to cheer for the hero
The picture perfect role model
The one we all strived to be
The one that always found a way to win
No matter what the odds

He always made the decisions
He Should make
And the only mistakes he made
Were ones that could be corrected
So he could keep his perfect image

We cheered for the hero because
When he was faced with tragedy
He didn't drown in sorrow
But instead used it as a springboard
To become something greater

He always saved the day
And everyone who needed
And he never failed to rescue someone
Not even once

So we held him up high
Because that's what we wanted to be

But overtime
We learned that the hero is just a fantasy
He only lives in comics
Because that's where he was meant to be

So we learned to side with the villain
Not because we're evil
But because the villain is more real
More human

When the villain was faced with tragedy
He did what was human
He attempted to swim
In the flood of sorrow
But couldn't swim forever
He drowned

The villain is relatable
He makes the decision
We Would make
He did what he thought was right
Or at least what was necessary
To provide the needs of
Or to avenge
His family

But eventually
He became blinded
To what he did
And he couldn't see
That he was wrong

Because the villain isn't perfect
He's just like us
The villain is human

So we side with the villain
Becuase we feel his pain
We relate with his emotions
We understand his actions

Perfection is something we can't be
So we stopped cheering for the hero
When we realized that's who we can never be
And started to side with the villain
Because he's just like you and me

I'm writing this one for you
hoping that someday I will be able to tell you
tell you the things I've wanted to say every time we are together
talk about the times we enjoyed the little nothings with each other

I'm writing this one for you
wishing that someday I will be able to hold you
hold you tight and see each other face to face
keep you warm, cuddled in my warm embrace

I'm writing this one for you
praying that someday I will be able to be real
express to you exactly how I feel,
and propose to you as I gently kneel

Smooth strokes of a pen
Creating beautiful words
Perfect calligraphy

Written by a gentle hand
Unshaken
Drawing pictures
On clean paper

Pictures of shaping moments
Times of love
Of friendship
Of little butterflies
The fluttering wings showing sweet nerves

Ink flowing into lines
Making an aesthetic piece
Simple
Yet pleasing

Courage to move the pen
Bravery to create the next movement
Aware of the imperfections

Imperfections capable of straying from the perfect art
A splatter in the ink
A shake in the hand
A shift in the paper

Creating change
Change bringing possibilities
To do something new

Being a different type of beautiful
Force of going with the mistakes
Not being able to erase the marks
The shaping marks

But I’m not a pen
I don’t have the courage
I am afraid of change
Afraid of straying from the norm
Making my own creations

I am a pencil
A cautious pencil
Opportunity to hide mistakes
Opportunity to break in two
Opportunity to be written over

But it’s okay
I am a good pencil
I’ll let others be pens
Bold
Beautiful
Breathtaking
Pens

Every moment matters to me
My heart and soul are too fragile
And I can’t erase
What has been written by a pen