Poison Heart

Thinking back to you, gives me a poison heart. I don't know quite when or how it started but it gets me lost, without a route. Sometimes, I'm confident in fighting to get back afloat, but my demons always find me so I end up leaving, without a note. How I always cope? I don't know, but what I do know is no other love can find me. I always cut the rope.

Julicia Salvatore