I write most of my poems with a pen;
It shows me how sure I am.
I write them easily
With words such as these:
"The dark night that has fallen and followed me since the day I was born." ... Pain
And I write some of my poems
With a pencil.
These poems that I write are
Easy to erase.
When I write these poems, I tend to make a lot of mistakes.
They are full of expectations that come
With unpleasing errors.
I try to correct one, which turns into five, then later fifteen.
It all ends up with me being
Called a mistake.
I drain, drafted away, being called
A sample, put in a test tube,
Centrifuged until my emotions are mixed.
Sometimes my pencils break,
Even before I write, just to show me
What's coming next.
Sometimes my pencils break,
When I reach half a page,
Just to show me that not all love is
Complete.
Sometimes my pencils break
Immediately after I fill up a page, leaving
The other side blank, just to show me
That sometimes love can be one-sided.
A pencil doesn't run out like a pen does,
Just to prove to me that every now and then
Love keeps evolving, and pain can usually stop
But maybe be replaced.
Some of these poems that I write,
I find myself changing titles
From "time lover" to "primer lover,"
Which later changes to "even lover."
Trying so hard to find something with a nice ring
To it, but unfortunately,
When you read the whole piece,
You will find out that it was an unequal distribution of love.
Every love is a poem,
Even though I make mistakes
Or I am the mistake,
I will cherish them most.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
I write most of my poems with a pen;
It shows me how sure I am.
I write them easily
With words such as these:
"The dark night that has fallen and followed me since the day I was born." ... Pain
And I write some of my poems
With a pencil.
These poems that I write are
Easy to erase.
When I write these poems, I tend to make a lot of mistakes.
They are full of expectations that come
With unpleasing errors.
I try to correct one, which turns into five, then later fifteen.
It all ends up with me being
Called a mistake.
I drain, drafted away, being called
A sample, put in a test tube,
Centrifuged until my emotions are mixed.
Sometimes my pencils break,
Even before I write, just to show me
What's coming next.
Sometimes my pencils break,
When I reach half a page,
Just to show me that not all love is
Complete.
Sometimes my pencils break
Immediately after I fill up a page, leaving
The other side blank, just to show me
That sometimes love can be one-sided.
A pencil doesn't run out like a pen does,
Just to prove to me that every now and then
Love keeps evolving, and pain can usually stop
But maybe be replaced.
Some of these poems that I write,
I find myself changing titles
From "time lover" to "primer lover,"
Which later changes to "even lover."
Trying so hard to find something with a nice ring
To it, but unfortunately,
When you read the whole piece,
You will find out that it was an unequal distribution of love.
Every love is a poem,
Even though I make mistakes
Or I am the mistake,
I will cherish them most.
"A reflection on the fragility of human connection and the weight of expectations. This piece explores the 'unequal distribution of love' through the metaphor of a pencilsomething that can be erased, broken, or left incomplete, yet remains a story worth cherishing despite the mistakes."
