Monroe Militia

The Revolution Family 2.0

you think: “the world’s out to get me” and truth is, you’re right, the world’s after you it aches — wants needs screams — for your heart you’ve filled it with such kindness the world would like to tear it to pieces spread your heart around until the world’s a little kinder a little brighter except that’s not how it works, your heart was made so kind for only one other they who touch your heart will find themselves eaten alive by the thorns in your veins but then; he dies. your kindness’ bled out your eyes and behold a garden of flowers for his grave he dies. and your heart’s too big to handle the void inverted, a negative of itself: hatred deep and wild and hungry, it echoes the howling wolves the world didn’t get the memo it’s still out to get you and you’ve a mind to let them try see who burns first: the world or a wrathful sister?