I never dreamed that my heart could be torn into three equal pieces...

each leading down a path that does not appear to be mine to take.

 What's next? Wait for the next opportunity to love that which is not mine to love?

Hope that maybe one of those paths may actually be mine to take?

No.

Silence.

That is all that I hear now.

I see mouths moving.

If I hear sound at all it is just mindless muttering, whispers in the air.

I feel cold. Unprotected and left bare.

What is left for me to give whoever may be next?

When did I become this woman that I used to hate?

Is it only a matter of time? Will I give in to that which tempts me so?

I do not know and truthfully, I do not care.