“One, Two, and Three”

This is for the three people who opened up my self-confidence

Remembering now as the sun starts to rise
on every watershed to this day.
I know the sins have drew us apart,
but my memory will still stay.

The first day I met number “One”
was truly a sunny March.
The kindness and propinquity I found
brought me through all that was harsh.

The air that day was as sharp as
an inhaler going in my self-confidence.
This story will continue
and my current position will make sense.

I went to number “One’s” abode
with creatures eating my hope.
That is when I entered the house of Aggravain.
It deeply smelled like laundry soap.

The connection was made
and then I met “Two” and “Three.”
These two were obviously familiar
with the world I just began to see.

We played video games, watched movies,
and walked outside.
Our friendship became a knot:
the incandescent glow which no one could hide.

Late nights were when
the polishing of our knot occurred.
I can’t believe that I once
thought of this as absurd.

We all had different personalities
this is but only accepted,
so here is how our vices
brought along our separation.

Pride named ranks and
started a monarchy.
“Two” and “Three” both had this
and they both are clear to see.

I will admit envy was my vice
that would make me irrational.
I tried too much to make a connection with one;
I lost that same exact pal.

Avarice and wrath: the final crowbars that ripped our knot apart
The broken hemp and rope
mixed together with my insecure heart.

Is this only if that now
we go our separate ways?
I have grudges with “Three,”
and I have “One’s” acidic May.

Now I have new friends,
new goals and a new passion.
I still see some of you
throughout your change in fashion.

I know someday you will
look back at what I am now.
Maybe we can fix our knot
still to acknowledgement somehow?

All I know is that, like
three handprints on my soul,
you all have made me who I am;
that part of me is now whole.