I prefer the softness of a hug,
but sometimes the world confuses me.
An embrace can feel like chains,
arms meant to hold me close
become arms that hold me down.
I long for warmth,
yet my body flinches at restraint—
a hug, a trap,
so close I cannot tell
if it’s love or capture.
Would you like me to shape it into a shorter, sharper version, almost like a punchy spoken-word piece?