The sweetest revenge is to be happy without you.

I hide behind this bottle
Because I don't want to see you

I don't want to remember you

I don't want to think of you

I want to be happy
And forget

And yet when the morning comes
There you are
Like you never left

I hide behind this bottle
Because when I decide to finally stop hiding
You will have faded and so will the pain

The blazing fire so bright
Always do I admire at sight
But when her eyes return a look
I suddenly blush, my head I just shook
I hope my stares she doesn’t notice
It’s always not too long but it feels me with bliss
Sadly, to her I’m just a stranger
Just a boy with a deep crush on her
But maybe it won’t always be like this
Maybe someday I she would also miss

if you need to talk,
call the scrap yard.
ask for the girl
who sifts through debris
and finds spare parts
that can try to replace
your failing ones.

I will answer
to whistling teapots
and accumulated newspapers
if you don’t have time to call;
drinking gasoline so I don’t fall asleep,
and oil for stability.

if the things I find
cannot help,
I will relinquish my function
so I don’t fail you too—
the sum of my parts
could never make a whole
as lovely as yours, anyway.