Fire and Spit and Vinegar

"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 kiss

And people to love

And not a second to waste on "what if's" 

Or "could have beens".

I've got a life to live.

Sincerely,
~Placebo Poet