It So Happens
By Brandi Haugen
It so happens I’m tired of love,
of the lies of the infinite, insipid writers of romance;
of the heavy bittersweetness of breakups.
The burning shade of tears,
the drought of words and tightened patience.
It so happens I’m tired of the fall;
the accelerated waltz of the dashing antagonist;
the melodies of crashing sobs;
the ripping of the silver lining;
the wretched sounds of promises.
I’m tired of desire, real or not,
tired of sodden skin, the glisten of a
single tear, repetitive in a perpetual life.
I want to breathe, but
I want to bolt, until I’m gasping,
begging for air.
I want to disappear between the
pages of poetry:
it’s softer here,
safe among the paper cuts.