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My pain is trending on Twitter.

It went viral and I guess they loved the bitterness of my words.

If only they knew where it came from...  

My pain is trending on Twitter.

I cried and cried so many nights and they all replied with a like.

My pain is trending on Twitter.
I don’t get much sleep because lately, I’ve been really sad so I write to feel a little better and I hope these poems help you deal with whatever you’re going through. ❤️❤️
I am tired.
Not the mind kind of tired,
The bone kind of tired.
Not the eye kind of tired,
The blood flowing in my body,
kind of tired.
The kind of tired that originates,
Not in the world,
But in me.
The kind of tired,
The world will never be able
To get rid of,
For me.
Forgive me,
I need to take a nap.
This kind of tired is making me
Tired.
I am not always like this.
But the world,
Right now?
Reminds me the tiredness that I am capable of.
hey man, you ok?
Yeah. Just need to take a nap. I just woke up
oh lovebird,
i’ve been a stranger to your ways
been staying up till 3 o’clock
i swear to God, it never stops
but i guess we’re no strangers to pain

our chemistry has settled down
but i swear, i’ll breathe life in it again,
just give me time

no longer will we have to stray
and dwell on all these long lost days
and nights
oh lovebird
it’ll be alright
What have these fairy tales made us afraid of?
Step moms and snakes?
there is more to life that living in fear,
And there is more to fear than being afraid.
Fear is a feeling of many natures and forms,
Including step moms and snakes.
Fear isnt only brought on by dark,
fear is in love too,
and fear is in hate.
Fear is in a butterflies first flight,
and fear is in our tummys,
when something is not right.
The Sound of Music showed us more than the sights of Austria,
It showed us how to sing,
Some times the fear is in what we already know.
Fear can control if you let it,
and after you see it,
its hard to forget,
But you can replace your with something bigger.
Bigger than the night time,
I am the stars.
I'm not in heaven, but when i'm
with you i'm
close.
You are faster than the night,
and sneakier than the clock ticking past noon.
On a Saturday, you are the Sunday afternoon.
The fear is less now.
You are ahead of my own thought,.
You know my bed,
You know i have zebra sheets,
and a red stain in the corner.
You know my body,
dimples and scars.
You know all the perfections, and defections.
The fear is less and less now.
Our kisses enable me to hear,
clocks ticking around the world.
you taste like...
words are to meager to describe.
There goes the fear,
There it goes,
out the window,
and into the hearts of those,
Step moms and Snakes.
I'm not dissing on Step moms in the poem, its just... the way I wrote it. Please don't be offended! and enjoy!
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