I don't know if I love you
I don't even know if I know you
I don't even know if you love yourself
I don't really know what love is
And I'm not entirely certain I care
I don't know who I am or what I know or what I love or what I'm good for or if I'm any good for you, I don't seem to know anything at all
But I know I love your hair
And your smile
And your voice
And your eyes
And the way you walk into a room
And the way you treat me
And the way you talk to me
And the way you walk around a room
And the way you talk to others
I love the way you stamp, shout, spit, and take and pout and hate
And I love the way you cry, lie, look, feel, touch, hear, and think
I love everything about you
But does that mean I love you?
I don't love you.
I don't even know you.