Alone.
Again.
Like always?

No matter the girl.
No matter the group.
By myself.

I am the sound of waves.
I am the color of summer nights.
There is no me.

I want to be heartbroken.
I want to feel the pain of love.
I want to love.

How can I say that?
Who is saying that?
Who is feeling?
Who is pretending?
Who is acting?
What is wanting?

Cigarettes by the sea.
Each one is the same.

There is a bright star in the sky.
The vastness does not scare me.

No more pretending.

Cigarettes by the sea.
Each one is different.

I now know how to eat shrimps.

Why the labels?
Why the definitions?

Cigarettes by the sea.
My only companion tonight.