Pen or pencil (is it even a choice?)

Hello! nice having you here!
I hope you enjoy this short poem.
English is not my first language, so sorry for any possible mistakes, feel free to correct me, but be kind while doing so.
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I'm open to any ideas!
Not beta read, any mistakes are my own

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Pen or pencil (is it even a choice?)

You should be careful

If you’re too harsh

The pencil won’t be erased

There will be an indent left, a mark

Something that never goes away

Ironic isn’t it?

Telling this to the emotional person.

To the one person that feels too much

To the one that won’t let go

Knowing myself

I’m writing with a pen

In hopes that this time

This one specific time

I’ll make it right

Now tell me:

Is it worth risking the fact that I...

Might run out of ink?

Right before the perfect moment

The one moment it finally feels right?

Notes:

First of all, thanks for reading this!
I hope you enjoyed this poem.
As difficult as life might feel, don't give up, I want you to remember there are people here for you, me included.
love you guys <3

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