I Wish I Knew How To Write

I believe there’s more than one soulmate for everyone,

Ten fingers and ten toes

I believe I met one of my soulmates

I believe it from the way he likes my nose

However, it is not our time

We know that is just the way it goes,

Writing letters of love in the dark

Vowing to save our bond for another day

the eve defense up on my substack

thank you to trees and also rain

“I have but one passion ; it swallows up every other ; it dwells with my darling books, and is fed by the treasures of beauty and wisdom which they contain.”

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Lodore

You already know it hurts. 

Which is why you’re material for my words 

The word that was once life are now words 

On a screen, that you’ll never even see.

. TREES

A bare witness, 

A bare wilderness

Naked but not free 

Been used from time and time again 

Taken for granted 

Tossed to the side when there’s nothing 

Left  Not even a thank you.

they’re called rabbits when they’re underground and they’re called bunnies when they break out from the earths crust

can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please

KNITTED 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day. 

You’ve had it sixteen years so- 

It’s to no surprise that you'd never throw it away. 

The threads follow you like a trail of shadows, 

It’s thin and damaged

It smells of hard work 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day

You say it’s disgusting 

But you never cleaned it anyway. 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You hate it with such pain 

Who else literally does not talk