Doppelganger

He was you,

Doppelganger with a fresh scent,

Drenched in mystery and gilded by youth,

Demons wear the most beautiful eyes.

He isn’t you,

Not one bit.

Mystery corroded into foolishness, youth morphed into lethargy.

It’s taken all this time.

Masking in blissful ignorance

Now I take off this fantasy

The truth,

He’ll never be you,

And we’ll never be us.

Demons possess your very soul, as a puppet on a string.

As I tug my strings, willing their release,

I remember,

A demon had been inside me long before he.

And it rotted our promises, our perfect love.

I aided it, dazzled by its bewitching flame.

Take me home,

I need you,

He’ll never be you.

Never.