A Poem Misread

The only things I'm good at are pretending I'm in love and breaking hearts.
I like to think that I'm honest although maybe I'm just lying 'cause it's so hard.
Suddenly I'm falling, Winter's door is calling.
Even when you’re here, I'm alone.
So I started walking, couldn't stop from knocking.
But she lives my life on her own.
Waking up and wishing, she’s the one I’m missing.
Even though I’m last on her mind.
Lies and medication, slipping through depression.
One day everything will be fine.
I’ll be fine.
The only things I'm good at are pretending I'm in love and breaking hearts.
I like to think that I'm honest although maybe I'm just lying 'cause it's so hard.
It's so hard to breathe when she’s staring back at me.
Hard to breathe when she’s staring through me with those eyes.
Those beautiful piercing eyes.
Someone come and save me, she thinks I'm going crazy.
I know that it's all in her head.
She's in love with love and I'm in love with nothing.
Maybe she's a poem I misread?
She makes it seem so easy to fall in love and leave me.
I’m tired of this game of pretend.
Everybody’s sleeping, I’m still fucking weeping.
I wish that this whole thing would just end.
This will end.
The only things I'm good at are pretending I'm in love and breaking hearts.
I like to think that I'm honest although maybe I'm just lying 'cause it's so hard.
It's so hard to breathe when she’s staring back at me.
Hard to breathe when she’s staring through me with those eyes.
Those beautiful piercing eyes.