i want you to lie to my face, and cut me up beyond repair.
i want you to break my heart into a million tiny pieces and throw them off a cliff;
take the leftovers and blow them into glitterdust, all across the stage.

i'd be a gazelle if your lion hadnt caught me.

i wanted to be a red robin at christmas,
but you knocked my nest out of the tree and the wind took the straw and pretended it didnt see me.

i dont know what this means, but i like glitter, and cliffs, and birds and africa.
and trees, sometimes.

but not the wind. ever.

branchers. x