Sonnet 11 Poem by Justin Reamer

I guess I am meaningless to you,
Especially in your beautiful eyes,
For I may seem untrue,
As every flower in nature dies,
For I guess I am not worth your while,
As you tell nothing but lies,
Where you have become hostile,
And I know not how many tries,
For I loved you with all my heart,
And you tore it from my chest,
Where you thought it was art,
I can never rest,
For I loved you and only you,
And I thought it would be true.