Praying with your hands tied together

Don't put other peoples feelings before your own for too long. You can act selfless sometimes, but not forever.
2. Don't debate whether you have a right to feel the way you do. Emotions aren't there to be questioned.
3. Stop saying i hate you as a result of spontaneous frustration. Because you don't hate them.
4. Let your heart embrace all the positivity it can. Try things, experience things, say yes if you have even one inkling of interest.
5. Cut out the negativity (go back to #1)
6. Eat healthy. Drink a glass of water before those Now or Laters. Then eat them.
7. Write more.
8. Learn to *** in public and no be uncomfortable. Everyone in there is there to ***, you aren't special.

He wanted a housewife not a hurricane*

He wanted to converse about how the liberals were eliminating the idea of evil.
He wanted to go on picnics in the afternoon at the beach.
He wanted to argue over things like finances and how to parent his children.
He wanted her biggest problem to be what color to paint the nursery
and what the most nutritious thing for dinner was.

She was the liberal. Everyone was born good, and those who acted evil had been in environments that poisoned their brains.
She wanted to go on picnics at night in the graveyards, and do satanic rituals to make deals with the devil.
She wanted to throw things, scream about things that she was passionate about.
She didn't want kids. She wanted to be chaotic.

Yet they fell in love anyways.

If we could love a type of untainted love
we would be alive forever.
But love and hate are bordering countries
and sometimes they wash-up on each others beaches.
We were created by love
So hate is what kills us.

Destruction of our own kind
toys at the comprehension abilities
that lack.
Those who can't understand
that
As we
diminish
demoralize
those who produce life
as we
******
oppress
half our countries history
to allow those who are threatened
by the ever forming modernization
we **** off our masses
we break our chance at reproduction
until there is no one left to control
but oneself.

You're on your way to college
And suddenly you're singing
along to all the songs that you
listened to when you were sad
in middle school.

“Ladies first”. He uses his theoretical masculinity
To duck his way out of everything. He crosses his legs and looks accusingly at her.
She stands and tells him that he reminded her wasted energy,
Of the tall glasses of apple juice,
Drunkenly tossed at the electrical outlet,
To get some type of “Zap”
Though she said it more like,
“Zzzaap” wiggling her fingers to try and show a current of energy.
She said it as if she didn’t really know,
What type of reaction she was looking for.
He is quiet until he isn’t.
She reminded him of a seconds old baby.
Blue because the reality of oxygen hadn’t touched her yet,
And he was still waiting for her to turn into a peachy color and embrace reality.
“Before we met, I hadn’t slept in my bed for weeks,
You couldn’t even get through a coffee date”.
Her eyes are fiery and she says something that a person with fiery eyes would say
“Before we met, I didn’t need to have ******* with people to feel intimacy”.
That is an explainable response.
Anyone would say that
So I guess that implies that everyone has fiery eyes.
He scoffs and begins to stand and she mimics him
“Don’t make me throw apple juice at you”
“I’m a broken outlet remember”
“I haven’t thrown apple juice at you yet, we don’t know that”
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t breathe with me around,
And I’m more of a margarita guy anyways”
He leaves
She cries
They both have fiery eyes.