Types of love (Poem)

 Hi
How are you?
I’m good, what about you? 
I’m okay; thank you for asking. 
I have a question 
Okay… What’s on your mind? 
Have you ever been in love?
Well… I. Yes. I have been. 
What type?
I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean
Platonic, romantic, pornographic? 
Oh… Well, I guess all of them, I suppose 
Can you expand on that? 
Well, I mean sure
I know that no hand will ever fit mine quite like yours did
The songs “Beautiful Things” and “If I Tremble” are banned in my car
I know I will never look at February 14th the same again
I know what it’s like when grabby hands think they are entitled to something
My soul is baby girl pink, and I hate that because of you
I have days of the year that I can’t talk about (See also March 28th or August 12th) 
I know I can’t go to Beaten Path without thinking of you
My hometown mall scares me; I’m terrified I’ll run into you
I know what flowers look like freshly cut in a glass blown vase 
I hate that I’ll never be able to travel to every country in Europe without bumping into you
Love letters are preferred over Olive Garden every time
I hate that I can think of thunderstorms without you trickling at the back of my head 
I love routine and domesticity; Of course, I’ll turn on the kettle while the coffee brews for you
Purple Red Bulls, Pepsi, and Southern Pecan Coffee, I am still tasting you
I hate that I confuse lust for love because you only want me when I have can give something back
I hate the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran; it makes me mad
I love the song “Beneath Oak Trees” by Dylan Gossett; I’ll never prescribe a person to it
I know that blue eyes break hearts and brown eyes hurt just the same 
Huh, that doesn’t sound like love
What? Then what does it sound like? 
Heartbreak