Three's a crowd

To want so much,
to have so little,
to need you here
makes me feel so brittle.

Which you I need
I'm not so sure.
If I want so much
is my heart truely pure?

One so young
yet hardly known.
A colleague, she
has me thrown.

One so trusting
she doesnt understand
that how I feel
isn't quite what she planned.

Another,
not long alone,
but longed for
since I have known.

The lines are blurred
between love and lust.
I have to work this out
decide which feelings to trust.