Misunderstood

It starts with a look,
Or maybe a little tease,

a smile to sink the hook,
as tensions start to ease,

forgetting what you've done,
By creating another two,

You think your having fun,
and know not of what you do,

A metaphoric line,
falling deeper in a hole,

you say that it's all fine,
when you've really lost control,

Now as two grows to three,
and you think it will not end,

When it's over you'll be free,
Now these hearts you have to mend.