you don't know what this is

I use your name as a way to pass the time. I spend hours drawing lines to please you. But you don't know that you are just an excuse because I cannot create art for myself. I find trinkets and put them in an envelope to send to you. You don't respond. I don't care.
You are another way for me to fill my days. I dedicate all creative energy to you. You are the light and I am the moth and this glass that separates us is the reality of the situation.
We are not together.
This doesn't bother me. I don't think you realize that. You don't want me to love you, but there is no alternative. How could I not love your honesty? How could I not want you? Because I do. I want you. But I am content with the part I have, because it's something. It does not keep me from living my life. It just gives me a thought to linger on.
This does not destroy or chip away. You will love someone else. This does not hurt me. Nothing about you does. But please, don't think I'll go away just because you're busy. Don't think you mean that little to me.
Live your life, but allow me on the periphery. Live your life and let it be enriched by me. Live your life without the fear you are cultivating but not expressing.

Please sing to me.
I may be hopeless, but I still have hope for us.

"Us" as platonic because we both know that's all either of us are capable of right now.
Just let yourself go.