Chasing.

​tell me:
how am i supposed to get over you
how am i supposed to move on when
these photos, they show no
signs of mercy
each one a jagged, blurry memory
that hurts me
i just wanna know.
 
how come you distanced yourself
for minutes and hours
the second hand on the clock begs for
forgiveness since it’s moving
too slow for you
and you want time to heal your wounds
i just wanna know.
 
because my wounds – they run deep
and they’re the reason
i still keep jacqueline on my bed and
what has been in my head and
i just can’t retract them as if
nothing had happened.
 
i miss you – wait, no, that’s not
the issue because if there are 
so many damn fish in the sea
how come i fished you
and why can’t i dismiss you
like is there something wrong with me?
 
and we can’t even talk to each other
like we’re on some sort of 
budget, but fuck it
you still talk to your sisters
i guess blood’s thick
and there’s just too much luggage.
 
there’s a reason this rain has 
remained the same for days
ever since you came back
and there’s also a reason that things
have stayed sort of the same old
and a reason i still keep 
in the fridge
a single, lonely sweet potato.