Acceptable Compromise

i thought she loved me
i thought it was okay
daily, we used to say
that we loved each other
just the night outside
and the warmth of the duvet cover
dreams were swift and fast
filled with fantasy lovers
some from my past
some followed me into this land 
but some did not last
i thought she loved me
despite the touch and feel
and all this materialistic gain
had a weight all too real
and a sense of pain
which meant i could no longer feel
what was on life’s menu
not much, just one dish
which when severed became cold
and i did not want to be selfish
but i need to be me, if it’s told
i thought i loved her
but where does the line lie
between unhappiness and pretence
and acceptable compromise



James Garratt – May 2008