Pretty lies

Northern California, 2017

I sit in green fields, and breathe in smoke.

Tell me I’m pretty, and don’t lie like you did;

When you said you loved me.

Like I did; when I said that didn’t hurt.

Like you will; when you say, I’m sorry.

Tell me I’m pretty, like the girls in your phone.

Tell me you need me, like you need space.

And I’ll tell you, I need you more

I’ll lie just like you;

And you’ll believe me

July 10, 2020