What if tears tear straight through my eyes and through the skin of my cheeks? Would it matter what wounds the tears leave behind? Would it matter if I shrieked from the acidic tears melting my skin, dissolving my face into an unrecognizable mess?

What if tears tear through my heart because of how you tear me apart with your words and starve me of love because, to you, nothing I ever do is good enough?

To say goodbye to the toxicity built up in me from the poison you infuse in me, by me having to tear, I have to tear through that toxicity. Either I get rid of the toxicity through my tears or I tear through the toxicity to get rid of *you*.