[tear-vase]

driving into rain
tears cutting through my cheeks
like sharpened pen knives

[writing notes in grade school
serious faces leaning down
to thick lined paper
do you like me?
check yes or no]

i show up on your doorstep, cheeks
soaked with tear-cuts
and you holding me,
we are shadows in the milk-lit night

[tag, you're it
said the dark-haired boy
as his fingers brushed my arm
and in the hallway we exchange
a note
on thick-lined paper
be my girlfriend?
check yes or no]

i can't keep on cutting
and you can't be my saviour
but i will hide the knives
if you will be my tear-vase