Hugger
She said she wasn't a hugger.
She never needed one and had absolutely no desire to go around giving them out. But although she claimed to hate hugs, not once was she the first to let go.
And that's when I realized
that maybe she didn't hate hugging, but rather the letting go. She knew that she would never be satisfied, that nothing could
fill up the void that inhabited her.
Hugging
would
just
lead
top u l l i n g a w a y
And that would only make things harder. This was just another reminder of the love that was once ripped from her clutches.
That no one would ever stay for as long as she needed them.
And so she'll say
"I'm not really a hugger."
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What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.