I felt like you were no longer wrapped around my finger like you once were,
While I was merely a puddle of water in the palm of your hand waiting to be spilled.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
Lost
I felt like you were no longer wrapped around my finger like you once were,
While I was merely a puddle of water in the palm of your hand waiting to be spilled.