Irony

could you expand
lay it all out and fill up the pages with
concepts and notions
all the details of the implosion
the sum of which amounts to
nothing being said at all

could you just look in the eyes
holding the reflections of all the
unsaid projections
bare bones splintered
insightful inflections
wintered
the flower inside the eyes
withered

could you realize
agony prescribed
wants amplified
while the needs were
neglected and left to die

could you tell me again
how it's okay to hurt sometimes
but not in public
and never for too long
we got to suck it up
and spit it out

could you show me the
love that overcomes the risk of hurt
and lasts a life time
not love unconditional
but love tangible and literal
messy and miserable

could you tell me it's all good in the end
and if it's not all good then it's not the end
without irony