I want to be in love
That kind of love
That makes breathing hard
Listening to her voice
Gives me chills
Seeing her face
Grants my heart peace
Loving her
The only task
I have to be concerned with
Giving her my essence
An exchange
Few will ever experience
That love
That reminds me if my grandparents
And their parents before
This courtship
Lays the foundation
For a future
That leaves us sitting
In rocking chairs
Watching our grandchildren
Still holding hands
Because there is nothing
We don’t share
A love
To be envied
Due to its pure nature
A lifetime of trials
Keeps fastening us tighter
That love that binds
Holds
Secures
I long for that love
And I will attain it
That love
That loves me back
Peyton Dianna Epperson lives in Bristol, VA. Her writing is prominently influenced by heartbreak, sparking internal revelations and painful truths. Her works are almost always written in real-time, with words hitting the page as she experiences them.
Her breathing was unsteady and her chest was tight
She neglected plans because peace of mind was neglecting her
She still cried over a heart incapable of holding all the love she so willingly poured out,
Especially incapable of returning it
Chills covered her body as she finally swallowed
And tears glossed eyes that she did not recognize
Her shoulders quaked and she held her breath,
Her head dropped
She forced her fingers through golden waves
And became weak as “you are always going to be this way” flooded her mind
A mirror was a window for looking at a stranger,
For watching brown eyes that couldn’t be her own,
For watching a quivering lip that couldn’t belong to her,
For watching a shattered heart almost purposely run from healing
Because pain was better than numbness,
Something is better than nothing,
And continuing to feel something that’s over
Was easier
Than not feeling at all
