so many things left hanging forever

seems I was just a vessel
for you to throw your feelings at
to test yourself, to test me?
really pulls my nerves out
to realise none of it was real
nothing in you was real
but a smooth talker
conducting a study
to which I was involuntarily chosen
or voluntarily?

frustrated in behavioral patterns
in me, in you, in everyone
to see how feelings will unfurl
silently watching it happen
to have the gift of foresight
yet powerless to intervene
so is this what you do?
Plain old hit and run?