You need to know this is where the promise breaks

I'm Left with a thought of what might have been.
you think it's okay to show back up and tell me these things now? What right do you have? You try to say it's things that i did but I did nothing but show you every bit of attention you have ever wanted. You made me feel as though i was important. You told me this evening that I actually was. i have a feeling you were lying once again. You did mention you were getting better at it.
What Was I thinking? The only reason you were talking to me is because tonight, I looked just like you always wanted. I had a feeling that i would see you for some reason. i should have known to go with my gut feeling to just stay in. You don't know what you do to me. You never will. Tonight i wanted to tell you that you were wrong. That is what i wanted and as soon as i found the courage to tell you then, you ran. Why? I'm not perfect, i never claimed to be. You however, were farther from it than i ever imagined. I can't say i expected any less from you. Though I guess you would blame this on me as well.
"Oh Darling, Please believe me I'll never do you no harm"
Maybe you were better at lying than i ever gave you credit for. Though your eyes always told the truth. i suppose in my own little world i knew...I knew how you felt. I knew that i could say something and you would be mine. Always? probably not but that isn't what mattered.
"When You told me you didn't need me anymore, you know i nearly laid down and died..."
It was me tonight who stopped you. You told me what I knew from your eyes but chose to ignore. And it was me that disreguarded the fact that you said anything. I just focused on the faint sound of the radio. Fitting it seemed, and yet even in the state i was i couldn't say anything.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. i can see that yours is beautiful beyond just about anyone's I've ever seen, but there is a cloud of regret, saddness, and self lothing so strong it's almost unbearable. Maybe next time i will Realise, they do remind me of you. all in some sick twisted way, that maybe i missed my chance at some warped form of happieness. I guess that's my loss. The time has passed. You can't change who you've become. I