Unmasked

I've gathered hearts for seasons, and the reasons are my own; I'll spend no end or effort to defeat a sweet love, sown. So, should you ask, my task is one that really feeds my greed; I'm Misery, by myself no fun, your heartbreak's what I need. Behind the guise of caring eyes, lies Grief, disaster's clone; My desperate end, is you, my friend, beside me, all alone. With "Dear John" reams, our vacant dreams, your heart mismatched as mine, I'll reel you in, with half a grin, and blame it on the wine; Then hold your hand, play understanding games with you awhile, And as you sleep, I'll try to keep from laughing and just smile.