Obscured, yet complacent

You love me: Vibrantly, unconditional,
Yet the love you get is nothing but abysmal.
An innocence--full of contentment
A being I long to be with.
Life made me absent;
Thus I plead for you to forgive;
It’s useless after all,
Ignorant, you’ll retrieve the ball.
White as the pillows we slept on-
Speckled with black, inquisitive stars.
They soon fade as I’ve been gone.
If only we could patch up the scars.
Mistreated, misunderstood,
They perceive you as a mutt.
We both see your aberrations,
Yet they keep your freedom shut.
It’s my penitence, though I still could,
But I would not.
As I see your being rot,
To be with you, I just cannot.