The same stars

Maybe I could say that I didn’t feel that much for you

But I keep sliding between

grief and love

anger and grief

Pretty easily

Actually.

Hollow

to hurt

to hollow.

Or

is it indifference?

It’s not indifference.

And the sky is pretty clear tonight

Yeah, the sky is clear, but my head is murky

A ramshackle bunch of pointless thoughts

Shoved together in a hurry.

And I’m sitting under

the same stars

hanging

Waiting.

As I do.

And I know

it’s hopeless.

But I’ve never been good at avoiding the things I’m supposed to.