Ifigethighenough

Aelin: If I died-

Rowan, sharpening his knives: Death will not get you out of this relationship.

Sergiu Ciochină (Moldovan,b.2001)

Green building

Oil on board

they came, they served sexual tension and enemies to lovers, they died

Art by Vadim Koval

paintings.

' I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process '

— Vincent Van Gogh

"Point of Crossing I" by Rozanne Hermelyn Di Silvestro.

May 30, 2024 7:42PM

Well Loved

I am learning to like my books

“Well loved”

I used to think a book was sacred

Don’t hurt the pages,

Don’t mark them

Don’t leave a book mark in them too long

You’ll damage them

But these stories become a part of you

You yourself, are marked

The pages of your story is dog eared

And jagged

“Damaged”

The book marks of your past left in too long

So you can always flip back to that page you once read

And remember

How you felt, what you saw, what you heard

Books are little lives you have

A separate story you get to be part of

Aside from your own

An escape

Books bleed, booring love

longing,

devastation in their pages

You have felt these things too

Your life is lived in

Well worn,

Well loved,

I still do not dog ear my pages, that’s what book marks are for

But I will write little notes in the margins

And underline those important things that are said

I’ll make sure to highlight something that means something to me

Because isn’t that what I once did?

With my own memories

My own heart is bookmarked

My own story, written in and adorned

The pages of my book not yet finished and yet still worn from me rereading the same passages over

And over

And over

Your life might be “damaged”, pages torn out, water marks from tears you once shed, spine bent from long days of use.

But you, much like a good book, are just a well read story, from cover to cover

Just, well loved.