None of it matters

I can stare at him all day,
dream of him all night,
think of him while paint,
talk about him on the phone,
doodle his name on my homework,
imagine his hand in mine,
his lips on my skin,
my leg touching his,
i can watch him play the trumpet,
and hear him diss my flute

i can tell him that i love him,

but all of those things dont do me any good when he doesn't love me too...