ring of hearts.

i had a love ring. it was given to me so that i would draw more love into my life. the right kind of love. i wore it everyday. it helped me a lot. the more i wore it, the more i felt comfortable being with myself. i was less interested in being with someone. i learned that the love i was after was like an addiction. an addiction to the wrong things, things that don't really make you happy, but you are somehow undeniably drawn to them. last weak the ring committed a sort of suicide. it released itself from me, and jumped down the bathroom sink. it wanted to leave me. i was cured. it represented the love that was not right for me. the love that i was so eager to devour, but i knew would intoxicate me to my death. i felt released on a number of levels. this time, my love rejected what i've been longing to release from. the chain bound by endless desire.
i mean, the thought of company seems nice, but it's a lonely world out there.