A home

 No thank you, 

I don't want a house with fancy cushions and high ceilings

I don't want a house with bed sheets and a library full of books I won't read

I don't want a kitchen with stainless forks and spoons nor do I want one with tablecloths and placemats

I don't want a house with a roof nor a balcony and hundred of plants I can't memorize their names 

My house will have scars and stains, just like me 

My house will have eyes and a smile that is so warm 

My house will have arms so wide to hold me in my despair and a shoulder to lean on when life feels heavy 

And maybe my house wears a pair of glasses and a silver necklace 

My house will never be perfect, it has holes and cracks 

But 

My house is safe 

My house is peaceful 

My house is not built of stones and bricks, my house has a heart 

My house is fueled with emotions

My house is a home.