In philosophy we talked about the different types of love

Love:

I don’t know what that is but I do know 

I’ve memorized the way you smile 

When you mean it and your face creases up and 

You’re so beautiful maybe it’s lust 

Lust:

I don’t know what that is but I’ve stained your hands 

to my hands, drawing images

Of you because how they haunt my mind and 

Am I just idealizing you just like philia?

Philia:

 I don’t know what that is but I’ve tattooed

The sound of your laugh to my ears so I 

Can play it whenever we’re apart like 

This is amor which I’ve heard

Is unconditional

Amor: 

I’m not sure if that needs to be reciprocated and 

Maybe I’m just intoxicated and 

I’ll get better If I stop taking shots 

Of dopamine each time I’m next to you 

-drunk on you but I’m terrified of the hangover