All you are now is a tremor in my memory
Like the coming of an earthquake
but to me just an illusion of the mind

All you’ve become now is just a scar on my skin
Like an invisible tenant of my body
but the one that makes its presence felt
once in a while

All you were to me was the static of a television set
Like the white noise of the universe
and the greyness of my personality

The potential you held was limitless
but I fucked it up beyond repair
you became the tremor that destroyed the
television making the static a broken black screen
and the screen mirroring the scar
you left behind