Art of Dying - Ché Aimee Dorval

I wanted you to feel it

To trace the fault lines with your hands

I wanted you real me in

I wanted that there should be no question

In my position and who I have become

With his precision i am undone

And that’s the seriousness of my destruction

And the dreariness of one

That’s the brittleness of my structure

And the crashing bore i have become

I like to see them through my skin

To see where i begin

To see i am not too far from it

I am not too far

I wanted you to heal it

To brush the dirt off

And kiss my wound

I wanted but could not feel it

When our lips touched that afternoon

And knotted and in the silence

Your quickened heart a flutter

But mine lay still

And in this condition

I’m no addition

To anyone

And that’s the seriousness of my destruction

And the dreariness of one

That’s the brittleness of my structure

And the crashing bore i have become

I eat to keep the words from forming

I fuck to keep the thoughts at bay

I breath because I’ve not yet learned

The art of dying