Emily Winchester - Decadence

You are my sweet
Decadence
I can look
But I can't touch
I'm the voice in the crowd
The stumble upon the ground
I'm the wraith
Of your dreams
The light
Fluttering
Something
That no one knows
About
You are
Something
Untouchable
Yet breakable
Deep down
In the blackness
I'm sure
I won't see you
Again
I will
Never
Stand
Beside you
I am
A parasite
Of my own
Infecting myself
With hatred
You
I believe
Are the opposite
We would
Push against
One another
My black
Against your
Yellow-orange light
We would push together
And then fall
Or begin to form together
A lighter black
A darker orange
But then,
You don't know me
And I know
You are know
Floating towards the sunset
To take your place
In beauty
In decadence

Emily Winchester

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