Caged LOVE

We’re born to fight, we’re born to stand for what we desire in life, we’re born to speak out for what we truly love. In most cases our fight might even fight for love itself, we find ourselves fighting for the people we are devoted to, not like before when we just thought about them, felt their presence even when they were not around us. This eagerness to fight for love tends to make us in awkward situations, in situations we never anticipated we would ever be.

Generally speaking I hate and I love the way I was raised, taught how to love and respect women from an early age, hate and love that I find the need to open doors and hold bags for women. For the fact that quite a number of these girls tend to misuse our kindness, tend not to respect the doors opened or luggage held for them, hate being sweet and caring.

They also hate and love their doors open, they hate and love it when we ask about their day, they hate and love it when we are true to them, maybe we ought to develop a habit of being dreadful maybe we ought to leave the doors closed and let them carry their own bags maybe then we will have the people we want in our lives. The sweeter and more caring the more we tend to lose people we are devoted to, the more we watch them laugh and smile with people that do not take care of them in a similar way to us. Let us develop such a habit maybe then we too will be appreciated and loved by the ones we love.

We tend to attract the wrong attention when we are sweet, the kind of people who fail to hold a decent pillow talk conversation, the kind of people that ask for favours after you have a good time together and the people we try to cover their bills by spending time with us.

Maybe just maybe when we remove such kindness in our lives we too will be appreciated for who we are or maybe when we make a decent living doors will be opened for us too.

We hate it, we love the way we are, we hate it and we love the way we were raised, the exact same way. We were taught to respect and love but we were never told that we'd be stepped on or get hit by the door itself.

Better than most, worst than all writers

Why make sense when the world itself is complex.

Fight for the ones you love but don't be blinded by LOVE.

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