Who's to say what's a trending poem?
No critic.
No person.
If it fits you then wear it.
Type it.
Become it.
This pen that bleeds.
Let that be what courses through your veins.
This paper which you can read.
Let that be your story.

We one day strive to be together.
We type and we Skype with promises of Forever.
I sang you a song and you laughed in my face.
Said you lied when you promised me Always...