hug poem

i think

if i could have anything right now it would be a 

hug

not one of those pansy

touch-your-back-run-away hugs.

like a freakin real hug where we

hold each other cause this is the 

only life we've got, we hold each 

other like we mean it 

cause we mean it. i don't want your 

hug if it's a guilt-trip hug or a 

heartless hug. it's gotta be both-way, 

you know? but i want to hold your 

body cause it makes me feel 

safe. it makes me feel anchored. it 

makes me feel wanted and loved.

i love hugging guys 

(not cause i'm like creepy or 

anything it's just that) they give these 

protective hugs, like they are the person that 

separates me from all the 

bad things in the world. 

and i like that.

but girl's hugs are even nicer. my girl 

friends tell me with two arms how we are 

both in this together. how we 

will fight alongside each other. how 

we will defend each other. then there's 

the mommy hug, the 

i-love-you-no-matter-what hug. the hug that 

makes everything alright even if 

i'm trying really hard to stay mad at her, 

everything dissolves somehow and all is 

forgotten.

then there's my dad's hug, he puts his 

arms around my head and i hug his 

stomach and i feel like a little kid again, his 

baby again. so yeah, i like hugs. a lot. and 

not cause i'm needy or want that 

affirmation of esteem or whatever the heck the psychologists call it. 

i mean we're all human right? 

we all want love, right? so 

give me a freakin hug, cause hugs give hope 

like not a lot of words do.