A west side story in my eyes,
A four lined play is all aligned.
The bedside window with your seal,
I laid my sheets with inks of green.

“Small talks” and “calls away” in cords,
Minutes to silence and I sway.
To my delusion minted in laughs,
We grew red tinted in a day.

Inklings that I cease to know,
I fight or fly and learn to forget.
Fall and stumped to see my brakes,
Where we collided like we met…

In echoed words at sea driven by car,
Beyond the time we wasted.
Seek to run away yet not far,
I knew our worlds shifted…

No poetry in letters without your words,
Where I had my arms in your initials.
The stars I knew lighted our worlds,
Could it be a memoir, like I knew before?

A west side story in vain,
Where you kept the call tabled in one word.
When you pictured the light in the rain,
I should've stepped one foot as if unheard…

A west side story, no coincidence,
The sun can't always shine in the screen,
Not like the movies in all sense,
You grace the warmth like it's ever been.

Gee officer Krupke
my memories hold nunya well
dug the early grave and stood above

my soul still holds tunes and counter melodies
and my heart bleeds
it bleeds ooblee-oo
ooblee-oo it bleeds

pools like knives
belts and rocks
still bleeds buenos
noches

I learned to listen
By playing your
Words
On repeat

By lapping the taste
That your anger
Morphs into when
Under a sheet

Tonight, tonight,
This rumble won't
Take place in
The street

Rocket in your pocket,
Shark boy, little Jet,
Do you feel pretty?
Or have I not relieved
You yet?

Now something's coming,
Checkmate, game and set,
But maybe you'll indulge me
With one last cigarette?

Boy, Boy,
Crazy with regret,
Let's sing a song to conjure
The evening that we met

How suddenly my name
Became a sweet refrain
That you could not
Forget

It's only you,
Everything I'll ever be,
Don't matter if you're tired,
Come refresh yourself in
Me