Prettier

Sometimes you present
half truth in the form of care,
You grit your teeth
behind a hopeful smile to prove you are still there,
Distancing the irrevocable feeling you force a sense of empathy,
To be subsumed by the apathy of my every attempt to make us happy,
Does not even fullfill the tiniest of desires of your seemingly
precious heart.
In vain I give way to each whim to earn a brief moment of reciprocated love,
Only to cause the polarity
of our being reversed my beloved,
Thus it is so to hide behind a prettier mask to face another day,
Hopefully when I decide
to free you
perhaps who you really are not will drift away.