What do you owe me?

Why do you get in touch with me and later don’t talk to me?

 Why do you contact me and later disregard me? 

Why do you get my trusts up and then disappoint me? 

Why did you say you cherished me in the event that you weren’t going to fight for me? 
Why did you make me trust and have faith  in you while all you did was lie to me?
Why do you have this hold on me? 
You know how to calm me and how to agitate me. 
You comprehend what to say to make me overlook the disillusions, the lies, and the fights. 
You know when I’ve reached my point of confinement. 
You know my identity. 
But, who are you?

What do you owe me?