I am indifferent to your pain
I cannot feel the hurt the rage or blame
The anger I don't handle well
Are you in hell? I cannot tell
I see you lie there on the ground

My only interest is the round, the caliber, or the speed of car that hit you. Its Vehicular. Was it mine? Approach and angle. Incident report. I am indifferent to thought outside of that that makes me who I am. I don't hate you. I'm the man

who said, " I love you" and "We're friends" and things that tore your mind to shreds
I only know you're mad as hell. I didn't know. I couldn't tell.
How could I know? I only said
those words to get you into bed.