Dear T, -draft 2

Fuck and run
I'm your cheap blow-up doll
Inflate me and love me
when no ones around
Hide me in the closet
when your friends are in town
deflate me when he's around
I'm your pinnochio
with strings
make me dance
A scared little boy
wooden smile
masks a frown
to close to your fire
up like a flash
to be used only once
warm embers
dieing slowly
reduced to ash
swept into your powder case
a flawless face
which was never yours