Love. it's like a chain that connects you to everyone you get to know as if the little information that you acquire about someone strengthens that chain that is meticulously attached to your heart. the process in which your heart is pierced with a new chain doesn't hurt at all, it's actually quite joyful. but it's with the appearance of hurtful thoughts that sometimes comes the time to remove a chain. it's when you're set on rejecting a particular person's chain, which your mind has labelled a parasite. it needs to be ripped out of your heart, bringing rivers to your eyes, as the flesh slowly separates to let way for the cool rings of the chain. after hours of agonizing pain, when is it finally detached, the chain becomes a memory of the past as it lays on the ground of your memory with dried blood from your heart— all the words in the world can't explain how much my best friend pained me, yet her chain remains as my mutilated heart remains spilling red all over this past weekend.