It's Complicated

The subtle art of leaving, 

You may say you have honed your skills,

You now have all the patience,

You have donned peace to the entirety,

And now you may choose to be away from the mess,

But inside, all is complicated nevertheless.

The subtle art of leaving,

You may have been persistent,

Resisting the resistance,

Defying all odds, stacked against you,

Settling for thoughts that you may now serenely express,

But inside, all is complicated nevertheless.

The subtle art of leaving,

Reminiscing old memories,

Wandering in solitary to the places you travelled together,

Losing yourself time to time, to find yourself once and for all,

Fighting anonymity with sumptuous finesse,

But inside, all is complicated nevertheless.

The subtle art of leaving,

Here you are today with sought-after acceptance,

Disguising emptiness and stamping your emergence,

Gracefully assembling, you're broken pieces umpteen,

Well, I suppose here's the time to confess,

That inside all is complicated nevertheless.