lost and found..

i met a girl...
lookin in the lost and found box...
i asked..
my dear..
what are you looking for...
she says...
love...
i asked...love?
she replies...
yes...i lost the love i had for myself in this box..
its tangled up in a web full of contradictions..
lies and dismembered souls...
thought processes are here too...
just cant figure out which one to use...
memories are bestowed here...
kinda like a program you can uninstall...
or reinstall at your convenience..

i asked...
where did you last see it?
she says...
i saw it last on the monkey bars in fifth grade...
before i knew what heartache was...
before i had my first broken arm...
i saw it right there where i had my first kiss...
and where i had my first diss...

i asked...
how do you plan on restoring this item thats so dear to you..
she replied..
i cant..but i rather grab hold of it while i can...
because someones out to steal this from me...
you see..
theres always that one person who steals shine and hope...
they come in a form of a manipulator..
like a leech if you will...
suck you completely dry...
until u have run ur entire body down...
if i dont grab hold of my self love...
someone will...
and this...is golden...
even though i dont know how to handle it..
embrace it..
or acknowledge it...
i can try to maintain it...
and ill never abused it...

a tear fell in her eyes with the last word she spoke..
she hasteningly walked away...
with her cup of self love...
and a eye full of tears...
i challenge you today....
can you find ur self love again?
do you need to take a trip to the lost and found...