The speaker sits alone, wondering whether love is even real, or whether it might be something people force themselves into. The doubt feels honest and a little weary, as if the speaker has been turning the question over for a long time.
The poem sets human love against music. Music is the one thing the speaker trusts, and the line "For my music loves me back" says why: it gives something in return, and it doesn't turn sour. Couples, by contrast, are shown kissing and dancing, then "a few weeks later" wanting to "kill each other." That sharp, almost blunt jump suggests the speaker sees romance as something that quickly goes bad.
By the end, the speaker decides love might be better "lost," untouched and unseen. The mood is guarded and cynical, but there's a hint of loneliness underneath. The repeated "maybe" shows the speaker isn't fully certain, only trying to protect themselves.