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?

No.

I don't love you.

I don't even know you.