About Love

A thought that nagged me in the past,

Makes it's fruition in the present,

Maybe because I manifested it in the first place,

(maybe this is a lesson to manifest only good things because everything you think can turn ito reality if you think hard enough)

That maybe I won't be able to love like I loved before,

Like I loved someone,

Like I loved myself,

(because i realised that the love i gave was just a reflection of the love i had in me)

So, maybe the love is all gone,

(like the person who took it,

who probably deserved it)

But now I don't know how to love anymore,

(or maybe i do)

Maybe it's like muscle memory,

It'll come back to me,

(but it should have never left, right?)

Maybe I still do love,

I'm not sure about any of it.