Pinocchio

Bear with me
while
I bare myself
splinters
and all

See him?
the guy in these poems
in my eyes
in my heart
my heart string
my Gepetto

I love this guy
in these poems

Does he love me?
I wonder...
How much longer,
do I let him
toy with me?
can't he see,
I can never lie to him?

Made of wood
would he
love me
enough
to make me
a real girl
cause I have a real heart
I know

his blood pumps it
sometimes
his feet stomps it
thank heavens
the rest of me
is made of wood

©Tia L. Clarke 2009