You paint kindness in your words
That tell stories and emotions.

The shore down
hill waves crash soft sand white beckons her ****** impact on soles paved paths
with pebbles underfoot
Sharp some most polished gems
Some large
Roars where I must go
Shoeless barefoot
And hear nature's voice
White crescents reaching o'er up above flying mists
Lovers in celebratory ****** from
turquoise lips
The travel am tredding
Lightly exploring each step
As some pebbles seem jealous
Their sharpness biting
Gathering up each hurt
In hand on the way
To furl away bouncing
Drowned forever
In

i am
not
a box
where
you
can
confine
the broken
pieces
of my heart
as if
it was still
whole.

i cannot
repair
what
you irrevocably
broke
with
your deceitful
and lustful
eyes.

i am not
a box
where you
can place
your demons
anytime
it is convenient
leaving me
with the burden
of carrying their voices
inside my head.

i am
not your puppet
and you
are not
my master.