[meekear1]

Introduction to my poetry page

Hello wonderful person reading this, thank you for taking time out of your day to be here. This account was made with help from my best friend as a way for me to share my poetry online. I’m by no means a professional and will gladly take advice and criticism. My poems are based on personal experiences and aren’t meant to be relatable to everybody, but for the few people that find them as such, I hope my words can help you understand that you are not alone and that people see you and care for you. I am part of the LGBTQ community as well as being considered a safe person with all of my friends, so if there is ever a need to let your emotions out then I’m open to talk, or just listen to whatever you have to say. On rare occasions, and with your permission, I might turn what you have to say into poems as different people have different experiences that I would love to write about. I will try to post a new poem at least twice a week if I have the motivation too, but don’t expect consistent uploads. Thank you for reading this and I hope you know that you will always brighten up someone’s day, no matter how gloomy you may feel

[meekear1]

He’s Dead

I’ve killed him.

I didn’t mean too.

I only wanted to know him better and now no-one will know him at all.

I know what to do.

I’ll take his clothes, and his face, and I’ll live his life for him.

I’ll sleep in his bed, I’ll eat his food, and I’ll play with his family.

As long as they don’t know he’s dead.

Ive tried telling them.

The guilt is killing me from the inside, is this what he felt like?

Why don’t they listen.

They have to know I’m not him, they must.

I don’t do the same things he did, I only wear the one same outfit I saw him wear, and other people can see through my disguise.

Why can’t they?

Can they just not accept it?

I’ve got it.

I’ll die.

I’ll fake his death by making mine real.

Then they’ll know he’s gone.

And I won’t have to deal with the consequences.

[meekear1]

The Monster

I’ve heard there’s a monster.

I’ve heard that she kills people and takes their place.

I’ve heard that she plays pretend with the family and makes them think nothing has happened.

Ive heard she peels their flesh off and wears it like a trophy.

I’ve seen it.

I’ve heard that the monster likes to hunt very carefully.

I’ve heard that she takes time to grow along with her prey.

I’ve heard that once she kills she stays in the house, festering like at any moment shes going to explode.

Ive seen it happen before.

I’ve heard that she gloats about her kill to their family.

I’ve heard they’re too scared to acknowledge her.

I’ve heard that if they play family with this monster then they don’t have to morn the loss of their son, or worse, worry about the other children.

Or so I’ve heard.

[meekear1]

The Sun

I awake to find the sun smiling at me, it seems I have slept in…

As I rub the sleep from my eyes I can’t help but feel I’m receiving a warm hug telling me that today will be great. of course the hug I am receiving is not from the sun, or from the blankets that try their best to hold me down in bed, but instead from my own sun, the light of my life. She holds me close and grips me tight as if saying she never wants me to depart, however, I must. All things must come to an end, the sun will always set no matter how hard we try, the best we can do is hope it’s there tomorrow, smiling all the same

[meekear1]

So what

You could push me around and play with my feelings, so what? Doesn't matter to me, as long as you’re happy

You could act like my friend but not try to make plans with me, so what? I'm just glad you're using your time wisely

You can hurt me, poke me and prod me and then laugh at me when I'm hurt because “look at how pathetic he is”, so what? as long as you get a good kick out of it

So what?… no….

So why am I not ready to say goodbye

So why does it hurt when you're not there

So why can't I wait until the next time I see you even though I know you'll just make me worse, kick me, stab me, attack me with your words, and wait for me to stand back up because you know I will, because I am nothing without you and you know it

So why do I love you so much

[meekear1]

Enough

Maybe at one point I was enough

I was brave enough to handle what life threw at me

Careful enough to love somebody, and emotional and weak enough to let myself be loved back

Strong enough to hold my own against the dangers of the world And any other enough that would have let me live my life like a normal person does

But that wasn’t enough for me

No

I needed more

I couldn’t be happy with my life and I needed all that it could offer me despite the fact that I didn’t need anymore and what I really needed was to open my eyes see that I was right where I was ment to be

Too much

Too much is never enough

[meekear1]

Maybe

Maybe you had friends you liked better then me, that was ok

Maybe you never had time for me, that was ok

Maybe I clung to you too much, that wasnt ok

Maybe you got bored of me quickly, that was ok

Maybe you hated the sound of my voice, that was ok

Maybe I spend to much time trying to talk to you, that wasn't ok

Maybe you hated how I looked, that was ok

Maybe you didn't ever text me first, that was ok

But maybe

Just maybe

I loved you anyway

That wasn't ok