2d
You can hold me —
but only with open hands.
You can call me —
but only with a voice soft enough
to leave my name free in the wind.
Control once broke me.
Chains once fooled me.
But I’ve rebuilt my soul
with scorched truth
and stubborn fire.
So trap me again, if you must —
but only with love.
Only with warmth.
Only with the kind of touch
that frees
while holding tight.
Because I will never kneel
to anything less
than love.
but only with open hands.
You can call me —
but only with a voice soft enough
to leave my name free in the wind.
Control once broke me.
Chains once fooled me.
But I’ve rebuilt my soul
with scorched truth
and stubborn fire.
So trap me again, if you must —
but only with love.
Only with warmth.
Only with the kind of touch
that frees
while holding tight.
Because I will never kneel
to anything less
than love.
Not all cages have bars. Some are built from guilt, silence, and routines that wear you down. But I broke that shell. If I’m ever caught again, it won’t be by fear or control — it’ll be by love. And only love.
