BEING COMPLICATED

She saw her hands bleeding.
There were thorns of every possible heartbreak on her hand.
Sitting on the corner chair, her hands bled.
Dripping drop by drop, and then now gushing out.
Her eyes lost, in every mistake and every contradiction it had to follow.
Every thing she did, and yet which is to be undone.
She realized, the test of time never stopped.
She realized that she was tired of all the disbelief in her.
She was tired of waiting for someone to say,
"I am proud of being with me."
She was tired of not hearing, "I am proud of you to be my daughter."
She was tired of not being ignored by him.

She never complained.
She took care of her elder sister like her parents told her to.
Forgot her entire life that she too had desires.
She gave up her entire life being a role model.
For friends, for cousins, for every human possible.
She was that girl, who scored well, behaved well.
Never dreamed.

But one day she started dreaming.
He made her dream.
He made her realize that she is something.
She is unique.
She tried giving her all to him.
Her sleepless nights, her every share of feelings.
Her timid times to the tidy tornadoes.
She made him a part of her everything.

One sight of his wasn't enough for her.
So she didn't think twice on the thought of seeing him again.
She tempted the smell of his skin.
She tempted that face of his.
She wanted that myriad of happiness on his first touch.
But it was way too Complicated.

Now she lies, with that very hand bleeding.
As she thought someone thought on her perspective.
Someone just thought that it was tough being her.
Her eyes still lost as I see it.
Her eyes talking about the,
Complication which she gave and had in life.
Her identity being COMPLICATED.