"Tell me about the dayswhere your body feels nothinglike a body:where it feels like a..."

“Tell me about the days

where your body feels nothing

like a body:

where it feels like a place

soldiers lay down arms and

forget to come back for them.

Tell me what it’s like

holding yourself at the barrel

of someone else’s gun

without pulling the trigger or

what you intend to do with

all these hand-me-down war relics

when the fighting is over.

Tell me how love

never did you any favors.

Tell me about all the temples

you burned and rebuilt again

and how no one’s ever thanked you

for a hard day’s work.

Tell me about your therapist

when he diagnosed your depression:

tell me about the softness he carried

in his shoulders or

the way he held his hands

like an apology.

Maybe

if we keep falling for every

weary, doe-eyed soul we ever meet,

one of them is bound

to love us back, eventually.

Accuracy by volume.

They’ve leveled cities that way:

that’s how you handle

machine guns

and atom bombs

(and you and me).

We’ll just keep loving.

We’ll just keep shooting.

We’ll just keep hurting (ourselves)

till it works.”

- ACCURACY BY VOLUME by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)