Celena Letcher

Maybe this town breaks my heart and repairs it all at the same time.

You inspire me. You make me want to be more. More vulnerable. More honest. More unafraid. More of an embodiment of love.

I love you like I want to write about you constantly
Which is to say,
I will love you with all the metaphors in my fingers
I will pull poetry out of your throat when you kiss me
And I will whisper it in the nape of your neck at night. 

In the end, we said “I love you” like an apology, because despite it all, it couldn’t string the distance together. We were nothing more than a hopeful thought. 

Give yourself grace during your period of healing and growing. 

I don’t know your face or your name or your demons. But we swim in the same ocean. We breathe the same air. And we see the same color blue in our disposition.

You looked at me like you’d seen my light, through all my cracks and corners.

Do not be tainted by others.
Their indifference
is not a fault of yours.