Leave before the seawater starts seeping out of your pores, and they stop believing you when you tell them you’re called Ocean.
Leave before Love arrives at your doorstep and you’re unable to slam that door on the cheat’s face, because you were taught to be polite.
Leave before the words you painted on your bedroom walls, Misfit- Degraded- Dying become your reality and you’re left forgotten, locked into those words.
Leave before your heart starts listening to someone else’s commands and you have no control over your own body.
Leave before this air, this water, the pink flowers on your way home and those molecules in your breath and electricity, just become stuff and substance with no meaning.
Leave, before the girl in the mirror whom you hate becomes tangible and you become a lie- a fantasy.