Maybe I should go
slip away like a thief in the night, or rather
in the early morning.
Those always have been
my hours.

Stealing away, stealing
myself away from you stealing
my toxic lies and
self-hatred and little glints
of occasional brilliance which
(if we are to be honest) are only
the only reason
you keep me around.

Maybe I should go
not ask you first
or give you the chance to say no.
You do not know how much
better off you would be
without me.

I think that if I should go
I cannot ask you first.
Because if you ask me
to stay, I could never
even try
to let you go again.