Hands clean.

I want to feel this.
but then no.
I want to tell you... don't leave.
but I've not right to do so
right?
no one knows except the both of us.
you'll leave anyway.
I wanna grow.
but I've been lately stuck on my own thoughts.
This could be messy.
but sometimes you don't seem to mind.
I feel the beat of my heart.
and I don't want to listen to it.
I feel like leaving.
so, I need a plane ticket.
And I want to leave all of this for once
and for all.
What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance it seems so obvious?
love is not part of your plans right?
love is not common to be a plan anyway.