Circulation

She was wrapped
Around your finger so tight
Circulation had almost ceased
But you had control
Or the illusion of it
Until she cut it off
Unwrapped herself
And welcomed the freedom
Of being without you
Without having to feel
Your blood pumping against her
With every breath she took
Soon she blossomed
Into a flower so strong
Her petals could survive winter
And you just had yourself
To blame for eternity