282 - I lay there all alone in bed, thinking

I lay there all alone in bed, thinking
About what love is, and if it is real,
Deciding quickly I wasn’t counting
Self-love as being a part of the deal.
Everyone loves themselves: there’s no appeal
In that issue, I thought, and so I stuck
To lust, romance and partnerships that we’ll
All have experienced, with differing luck.
We trusted, roamed, then parted, with a ‘Fuck
You!’ if selfish, but, if we are caring,
We hope our ex-love’s disappointments heal,
And new love’s found, as fishes find their hook.
Whatever it is, we swim on, seeking
Pleasure and pain at the end of that reel.
Wed 13 June 2007