His Love. my love. (Poem)

I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is perfect and makes people feel full
My love crumbles at the seams and leaves me empty
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love stays, gets comfortable, and makes itself at home
My love leaves at its earliest convenience, flees when things look permanent
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love looks at me like I’m worthy of it
My love is in Hershey’s Kisses’ wrappers shoved between couch seats (deformed and shameful)
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love carries all the loads I’ve picked up since I was old enough to help with laundry
My love is the pillars that Samson breaks and crushes the crowd with what I think is passion
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is full of late-night drives and “talking it out.”
My love is filled with passive-aggressive dishwashing and misread pasta dishes
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is whispered truths and forehead kisses
My love is slamming doors, and apologies, I draft but never send
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love remembers my favorite flowers and why
My love stutters on “I love you” like it’s never spoken the words before
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is patient, and waits until I’m ready to talk
My love paces in the hallway, chokes on what I said wrong. “Please just talk to me, so you stay.”
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love knows that my favorite coffee is peppermint mocha
My love knows heat always leaves a burn
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is in the way things are said, but never spoken
My love is always too much or not enough, like a storm that can’t decide its strength
I don’t know the difference between love and love
His love is chicken noodle soup and crackers when you're sick
My love is like a bad apple; it looks sweet but rotten on the inside
I don’t know the difference between love and love
Or maybe I do