Even when I know—
I want a hug,
I need a hug—
I’ll still step back,
And tell you to stay back too.
For if you came closer,
I wouldn’t know how to hold back,
Wouldn’t know how to hug back.
And then I’d just stand there—
Awkward,
Feeling like an empty vessel.
Wondering,
How to ask you—
To pour,
A little more.