breakup poem 1, 2, and 3

breia gore

Breakup Poem #1
You fall in love, then the rest 

of your life is making peace 

with demons who feed you

cinnamon buns that leave 

an aftertaste of money 

in your mouth. You fall 

in love - this is all you can

taste. You fall in love - realize

demons purge, and runaway

from themselves in the time it

takes to set up a campsite.



Breakup Poem #2

Listen to this - I was innocent 

until the cassette slid into the eight-track. 

Dim-lighted manipulation as I search for stronger emotions 

and more effort into being overarchingly clean. 

I clog up states with my tears - more water than thunderstorms. 

Reinvention hits my face - and he doesn’t even know

what humidity feels like. See it in my face, my drawers, my soaked neck, 

my mosquito 

bites that itch like hell. 

All your regret goes into one stranger. Listen to this though - 

no more pity or gimmicks. 


Breakup Poem #3

notions of i miss you are sprinkled on the floor / my eye is still blurry from too much blue light / i think i turned myself schizo / now there are too many dead nerve endings for happiness / still I may possibly walk the half mile to dunkin donuts for a dozen of all-mine goodness / stay in my protective bubble alone for all lifetimes / scratch my head with no antidotes but crème-filled tokyo-future-aloofness / live with my cotton-candy-colored crystals and occasional batch of milk cupcakes / i water-colored for the first time the other day and knew my metamorphosis spoke of nothing / an I need you melts on my tongue / weighs me down and swims to the surface before I even have a chance to spit it out

Breia Gore is an Asian-American artist from the south. She is the author of "Not For Us To Conquer" (Finishing Line Press) and "Leo Hovering" (Bottlecap Press). A Pushcart Prize Nominee, her work has appeared in GMob Mag, Pink Apple Press, and Corporeal Literary, amongst others. Follow her @breiagore.



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