Symmetry

I used to see 

My face in your eyes

A reflection that reflects the guise

Things you told me, but mostly yourself

A focus on things you'd feel better about

 Words with bounds: "Maybe I could love you..."

Although you vaguely knew the truth

That love couldn't be and wasn't there

No matter how hard or how unfair -

 - it was to leave me unaware

Of how frustrating it felt

To be let down

By yourself

Now I see

My face through his eyes

A reflection to explain the guise

Of a love unexisting within myself

A wish for something to feel deeply about

Words unfound: "...but I do really love you."

Although not in a way that reaches true

Because  it  can't grow if it's not there

And  he  has to be somewhat aware

Of the repeating of this short tale 

( - quite difficult to tell)

As he falls in and -
and me down

By myself