Placebo Poet

"You said I would find a home within the fragile substance of my soul." But I'm not fragile anymore. I've finally proven myself to the only one that matters. Myself. And the truth is, I'm fire and spit and vinegar. I'm dirt and thorns and burns, up and down my body. And I love my scars, Because they tell a story of a girl Unafraid to get hurt for the things she loves and the people she believes in. And if the fire in my belly scares you, That's unfortunate But I won't damp it down Because I'm feeding it Feeding it Everyday Because I want to be consumed By passion By love By kindness And I leaned there is no happiness without suffering So I will continue to smile wide And open my arms to pain Because it's only temporary Because I did find a home in my soul But there is nothing fragile about it. So either come in Or get out of my doorway Because I've got places to be And faces to k...

Welcome to Placebo Poet's first post!   I thought something short and sweet would be a good start, and I'm really resonating once more with this piece, forever asking myself, "Should I stay or should I go?"  "Should I put down roots?" Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! If you need me... You can find me in the street With a grin Picking leaves that make the cut Stomping every sixth crack Moving in multiples of three You can find me in the woods Constructing a life out of bubble gum and spider webs And cackling Cause that's all the thoughts in my head If you need me... Don't. I'm not even here Only you can hold back your fear. But if you need me... I'll be in the meadow Caressing leaves Crushing flowers Smelling roots Contemplating how to grow some of my own. Or if I should bother. If you need me I'm in the wind Scream your worries to the world And I'll echo them bac...