Love At Least As I Knew It

love at least as I knew it was blatantly bleak I suppose love had been wasted on morbid findings lost beyond repair had I been in love with love or perhaps thee mere objects of affection clouding all logistics beliefs of what love should be at least love as I knew it could I in some way change the way love turned out if I myself fell madly in love with the idea of loving myself could one actually love themselves as they consumed love with another being or was love this impossible challenge incapable of experiencing without loving oneself first and foremost and if this was factual I'd have to be faced with sheer logic that I'd broken my own heart knowing full well no one could love me more than I myself this preconceived notion had broken everything I'd ever known completely thee unamendable love at least as I knew