You.

By Yurii Tkachenko

I lived in your flat.
I wore the second hand.
You not my enemy.
You are not my brother.
And not my friend.
You are somebody unknown.
You are someone else.
Forgive my opinion.
And what you expect.
I don't mind admitting. 
That you are better.
And share yourself.
But stay another.
Another one spent.
A break the rules better.
Than be as well.
And free your thoughts better.
For the gift for  the wind.
And smile at yourself longer.
As soon as you live.
I'll try to forget you faster.
Then you ever have seams.
And sleep.
And sleep longer.
I wish you good night.
Sweet dreams.