They say I look like you

They ask if I’m your cousin, your brother

Some even think we’re twins.

It’s funny, because I don’t see it. You don’t see it.

I wish I could have the same smile you have, the same teeth, same eyebrows, same nose, same ears.

Everything about you makes me look pale in comparison.

Makes me look dumb and ugly.

From the way you move, to the way you talk.

Your energy

Your charisma

Your way of being.

They say I look like you

Which is false, I wish I would look like you

The same as you wish you could look like me.

They often ask me if we’re twins,

My answer to that is always yes.

It is funny when we start making out in front of people who think we’re relatives,

I laugh as I sense the aura around us, the feeling of discomfort.