Forgotten Trinkets

should you see me, my eyes
won't recognize you
I've forced amnesia

I collected the piece of my soul
I left with my golden lotus flower
at your house of indifference

'accidentally' forgotten trinkets
stale gestures from regurgitated lovers
symbols of love

it's not my trinket
it's not my heart
it's not my trap

endless chats that waltzed around
anything real, feeding the elephant
that masquerades as true love

-L.J. Siewerth
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