a tree dwellers poetry

I'm Thinking About You

I’m thinking about you when you are loving her
I’m thinking about you when the rain whispers against my skin
Because I know you feel it to
And OH! how I dream of being the rain
So that my fingertips could kiss yours again
Kiss
Lips parted
Innocence
Your kiss
Oh god it hurts
I’m thinking of you in ways unholy
Wanting to know your hands like I know my own
Wanting to close my eyes long enough to see through yours
I’m thinking about you at two a.m
Thinking about you thinking about her
Subconsciously
Even my dreams are thinking about you
But in those dreams you are FINALLY thinking about me
And the irony of the whole damn thing this whole time
You were thinking of her
My hands
Only substituted hers
My lips
Were only for the illusion of her
For I a pauper thought you’d see me in the shadow of a princess