You Look Like Art by Mariia Lypovchenko

Uncertainty.
Doubtfulness.
Indeterminacy, ambiguity, vagueness.
How many more synonyms do You need to understand what self-destruction is?
I think You are blessed, but I still wish You well even if You do not need it.
Once You thought it necessary to tell everyone that you are confused, but finally You decided to do it with your actions.
There is no rhyme, but still these words make sense.
So here
If You want to know my opinion – You are wrong.
You are Art. You look like Art. But no one can ever make a reproduction of You.
With this sharp lines, unique eyes, wild decisions, desires, rash words.
And You know, sometimes my most thoughtless word is Your name, paradoxically, right?
Rhetorical question, I do not wait for Your answer.
So tell me now what it feels like to deceive yourself first?
And here I want to hear what is the matter.
When a small trembling runs through Your hands, it is not from the cold, I know.
When You are really puzzled, I see it in Your eyes, forgot?
And when You are happy, Your eyes smile brighter than the lights of the night city.
The night city, in which You again try to escape from yourself with someone
Who is satisfied with its status of the back-up plan.
And You
Are You satisfied?
I already know:appearance is deceiving.
But how many times I have been mistaken, how many times I have beat like a bird against a closed window before I could finally understand – it is hard to trust.
Just imagine, one day we would laugh with You, sitting beside the rebellious misunderstandings and omissions of youth.
Chances are we will change a lot.
Chances are our youth will go into oblivion.
But
No one can ever make a reproduction of you.