#doppelgnger
He is her mirror,
The one she stands before
Whether things are good or bad.
Until she walks away,
She doesn’t understand
The cracks spreading
Across her face,
Ignoring the obvious
She applies more makeup.
Though she’s gone,
Her presence lingers,
Soon to follow.
In front of her mirror,
She could speak as freely
As she wanted,
Be seen for who she is.
In front of family and friends,
She’s quiet,
Acting out of appearance,
Ignoring the space, she thought
Was empty.
She doesn’t think about it
Until a friend brings it up.
Talking about her own love life,
A place she feels secure.
Her friend’s smile, big and bright,
While she speaks.
She thinks of him,
Her mirror.
No matter how bad she feels.
He finds a way
To make her feel better.
If something is off,
He’s quick to point it out.
He’s always there when
She needs him.
She never had to speak
To be seen when he was around.
The only place she only felt whole.
The cracks on her face shows
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
They had the same name
And had similar facials
What are the odds
When theres 7 billion people on earth
Perhaps it was just coincidence
But he behaved the same
The same way like you did
Perhaps he's your doppelgänger
Perhaps he is the one that is meant for me
What does it mean?
When i meet someone
With the same name as you
That looks like you
And behaved like you.
Or could it be
That im so in love with you
That I can't help it
But to look for someone like you
Maybe
He could be the one
That stay this time
The one
That isn't you
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
I remember
A nightmare
That I had
Of my doppelgänger
Only she was wearing all black except for the head
She tried to cut me
Up with a kanata
How did I know she was
My doppelgänger
She was also part Tibetan
She looked like me
Exactly
She was my weakness
My fears
And everything dark.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
How?
How come you look so similar
So similar to me?
Or do I look like you
And the opposites we have been born to be?
You,
Short, endowed, a sublime storm of art and chaos
Me,
Slender, twig-like, an anxious force of half-capabilities
The raven hair
The similar eyes
Not in color, but intuitive sight
Latched on to the first of our lives
And refusing to move forward
While constantly looking back at the past
You and I
Me and You
We are the same
As much as we are different beings, we are the same
And you hate me with such passion
The red of my blood would light your paintings on fire
I pity you with heavy hearts and immeasurable patience
I could drown in the ocean of your own tears.
But we are the same
And there is nothing we can do about it.
So I'll keep you in my thoughts
Dear doppelgänger
As I persist in yours.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
I see a little bit of myself in everyone I know
x
But I see so much of me in you
x
I wonder if you see it, too
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC