The Pointy End of a Triangle

I loved a woman who loved two men. She consumed me from the inside. There are times I remember back then. When she chose him it hurt my pride. She consumed me from the inside. I thought about her night and day. When she chose him it hurt my pride. It took all my courage to walk away. I thought about her night and day. A strange obsession that consumed my mind. It took all my courage to walk away. She baptized me in a love that made me blind. A strange obsession that consumed my mind. I deserved more than she was able to give. She baptized me in a love that made me blind. Now that the chains are gone I'm able to live. I deserved more than she was able to give. My moral compass helped me find the way. Now the chains are gone I'm able to live. Although she was amazing I could not be her slave. My moral compass helped me find the way. There are times I remember back then. Although she was amazing I could not be her slave. I loved a woman who loved two men. Hi Debbie, I gave it a try. I like my other poem so I am leaving that one as it was. Thanks for making me think about the form. Content inspired by Sarai Romani's poem "Morality is War"