Chelsea's "leave" is a short, weary poem about a person who has finally stopped pleading for someone to remain in their life. The speaker opens by noting that everyone seems to be leaving, then turns to the person they're addressing with a blunt, almost sarcastic question: do you need an invitation too? It sounds sharp, but the sharpness feels like a cover for hurt.
The middle lines give the real feeling away. The speaker admits to sobbing and hoping the other person would stay, yet they already know the ending: this person will leave eventually. That certainty has worn them out. The final line, "so leave when the times right," sounds calm on the surface, but it reads as resignation rather than peace. The speaker isn't really giving permission so much as protecting themselves by getting ahead of the loss. The mood is tired, bitter, and quietly sad, the voice of someone who has hoped for too long and is trying to stop.