Is it love or lust

These questions I ask myself on the daily

I look at the back of him all throughout class

I stare at his hair admiring its texture

I look at his slender figure

Sometimes I gotta admit,

......

I stare at his butt as he walks out the door

He has been wearing the same jeans for about a week now

He looks at his friends and seems to turn his eye

But those eyes just never see me

I guess I was wrong

 But why does it matter

I have schoolwork to finish

And he is obviously not thinking about me

Sometimes I wish he would just look at me one more time

Oh dreams, dreams, sweet dreams

Of an insecure, immature, and confused 12th grader