You’ve forgotten about me,

Haven’t you.

I am, indeed, an old trinket,

Forgotten and bruised.

You played with me like a toy,

Smiling and laughing,

Until I bored you and was not enough.

Now I lie and rust,

With eternal wounds that have scarred.

You’ve forgotten about me,

But I can never forget you.

The small marks upon my sullen skin

Could write out your name.

I was just a toy for your amusement;

Now I am a bundle of memories,

Forgotten and scarred.