As you're walking out the door.

The fact remains I love you
even as you walk away.
You seem to see me as a saint
without a role to play.

You think you’re noble, sparing me
the darkness of your heart;
I’d rather taste the depths of you
than spend our lives apart.

It’s true you’re flawed, but so am I.
I challenge you – be bold!
We’ll walk tightropes together,
making both our half-hearts whole.

I’m not a child; my sacrifices
have come willingly,
for every pain has opened me
to greater ecstasy.

What makes you think you can decide
how much my heart can take?
If you must leave, then own your fear;
don’t say it’s for my sake.