Before I can even muster a whimper, go away.
Before my sighs turn into sobs, go away.
Go away before dusk settles into the imminent night when I would want you to sit next to me, indulging in star gazing.
Leave alright; leave before I can settle in you, comfortably, before you settle in my heart, mind, soul. Leave, turn around and leave. Walk away like you did tonight, walk away like you will when I strip my soul naked in front of you.
Leave before, I confess, leave before I reveal.
Leave before the plastic wears out, the real sinks in, leave. Leave before my desire becomes my need, go away before I become too much.
Walk out on me, for that I can handle.
Walk out, for that is what you will eventually do.