We Were Once All Friends

We were once all friends, the four of us.

I have a photo frame of us on my tall dresser,

But like everything else not built on the Substantial,

It will not last and it will be just a memory.

A memory I have looked to a lot.

First, My Smartest Friend and The One Who Should Know Me Better

Had a falling out, after My Smartest Friend and her then fiancé broke up.

The One Who Should Know Me Better tried, she really did, in her own way.

She initiated in reaching out, sending her memes, thinking she was helping.

In her mind she was, and My Smartest Friend only said the truth in drunken madness.

Then, My Smartest Friend moved away, fully in escapism.

Our friendship was not the same, and I thought she was not talking to me.

Eventually she reached out to me, and she said she cut everyone out.

I needed time away from her, it was good for my soul. 

But she came back, and is in my life today.

Meanwhile, The One Who Should Know Me Better and The One Who Knows Me Better

Were having their own thing, of which I did not then know.

The One Who Knows Me Better left her husband, and stayed off and on with

The One Who Should Know Me Better and the One Who I Don't Know Well Enough.

The four of us spent quite a bit of time together the last couple months of last year.

The One Who Should Know Me Better was broken up with by her boyfriend,

The One Who I Don't Know Well Enough, at he beginning of this year,

Causing a spiral in her, a brokenness that no person knew how would play out.

All the meanwhile, The One Who Knows Me Better was still hurting,

And The One Who Should Know Me Better was unknowingly insensitive to her.

The One Know Who Knows Me Better and Less started seeing

The One Who I Don't Know Well Enough,

And he has made her feel loved like never before.

She deserves to feel loved, and I hope she gets more than she's been given before. 

When The One Who Should Know Me Better found out, she was unspeakably livid.

Their friendship had a fall out, a very long time coming.

I am/ was individually friends with all three.

Now The One Who Should Know Me Better wants me to choose.

I won't. I choose them all. I am not defriending any of them.

But I will also not let her control me.

We were once all friends, the four of us.

I have a photo frame of us on my tall dresser,

And I will cherish parts of the last eight years.

But like everything else not built on the Substantial,

This too will fade, and the last eight years will be just a memory.