Sonnet : Love Attire Worn at The Heart

In school I was assigned to write a love sonnet.
[sonnet; 14 lines, 4 quatrains and a conclusion couplet,
rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg ]

When writing poetry, guidelines are always a hassle to follow,
but I personally found writing about love most complicated
when I don't feel a positive romantic attachment to anyone presently.
All I feel I have been left with is a memory of an attachment
that has been torn from me. However, the love in my sonnet is stale,
but the sonnet itself is freshly derived from pure genuine emotion;
stripped from my mind and now being put on display.

Cheers to my weak heart!; thrown on a piece of paper for you to observe!
Here's to the readers!; for whatever purpose cliche expression may serve!


Love Attire Worn at The Heart
There was once a time I wore his love as my most attractive attire.
It gave me the security in my step, It brought out the color in my confidence.
Surely enough, I showed off how how he eased my sorrows and made me feel entire.
I wore the admiration well, and my happiness appealed to a large audience!

Over time, this evolved; I dragged my feet and my color miserably faded.
He began to disregard me, tug at the stitches that held us together.
He stripped me of my beauty, my glow, and left me bitter and jaded.
The audience whom adored what I wore on my soul noticed it altogether!

I loved a man who clothed me in what only I could wear best,
The appreciation and comfort I felt in his arms.
But now the apparel of his affections is no more appealing than the rest,
All of whoever-he-is-now can do for me is cover me in dishonest charms.

I loved a man, and thoughts of who he once was gets a discrete smile to start.
But that man is gone, and the love attire I once wore... It's worn at the heart.