Whirring blur

​Sometimes I stand so still that I can feel myself running so fast through everything I’ve ever said and done

I snap out of it and look at where I am and really those undone are creeping over my shoulder, breathing harsh melodies through my ear
Reminding me that the bits and pieces of me that matter, aren’t enough
Reminding me, that I am just a speck of dust and she was your star for a while

Reminding me, that you needed me to lean on, but she was your house


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