Vesper (1-5)

A series of poems written about finding acceptance in the end of a relationship, and accepting for better or worse the outcome, including the way you hurt the other person.

I

Have you ever noticed

how there only ever

seems to be one moth,

for every street-lamp?

You left me wondering,

what happens to that moth

when the lamp burns out?

II

You burned out my heart,

like a bulb,

In a way

we were like fireworks,

Spark and flame.

You left my insides,

unable to shine.

III

Violet flashes dance,

in my eyes, taunting me.

They are right before me,

yet too far to reach out and touch.

It doesn't seem right,

that these burns on my retina

should remind me of you. 

IV

Metaphors about light are 

all well and good.

I could say that we fizzled out,

like a hurricane-lamp

in a rainstorm.

But to be honest,

I just don't love you anymore.

V

I found out what happens

to that single moth,

and I'm sorry.

The light flickers...

and he moves on to a brighter one.

I said goodbye

a long time ago.

But goodbye is different than closure...

Reviews

[RyanXIII]

I liket this piece a lot, i love how it starts out as a piece of writing then in the 4th stanza it seems to just turn in to a bitter mans rantings, very entertaining.

keep it up