Reflections of Irony

In the dance of irony, we sway,

Accusing words, like tangled thread, replay,

Once done to me, now mirrored by you,

Perhaps still engaging in actions untrue.

But what seems to vex you, clear as day,

Is my release from this entangled play,

No longer ensnared, I cease to pursue,

Catching you in actions, once sought to do.

"To each their own," my mantra stands tall,

And "karma is a bitch!" I recall,

Lonely nights linger, abyss in my sight,

"El ladron juzga por su condicion," the thief's plight.

But let that saying be what it may,

In its truth or falsehood, I won't sway,

Your opinions and thoughts, they hold no weight,

My conscience clear, my path innate.

No matter what you throw, I stand my ground,

It won't break or shake, I'm strong, I am found,

If you doubt my truth, then it's time we part,

No more subjecting to this cycle's art.

You distance yourself, my voice you still,

Anger's flames, their heat you fill,

But why such commotion for assumptions made,

Human nature's flaw, in judgments swayed.

The time has come, our efforts spent,

We've reached the end, our energy bent,

Let's handle this civilly, with grace,

Cherishing moments, leaving no trace.

Oh, and one more thing I must confess,

If you believe I'm guilty, don't second-guess,

Our time together, a blend of light and mist,

And our first kiss, forever in my heart's tryst.