So, well, a poem, that is very bad, I'm not even sure why I'm publishing it, I just am, I think you can all guess who it's about, so yeah...

There were four of them to begin with
Three siblings and the friend
The friend that was much more to all of them
At the beginning, or in the end

First it was the oldest sibling
Him and the friend
Got married, no kids
Never really in harmony
Always arguing, hardly ever stopping
Until he left
It wasn't his choice
Wasn't his decision
His life taken
Before he had wanted
He was gone
All he left was an emptiness
Whenever the friend, or anyone, thought of him

Now there were three
Two siblings and the friend
The friend that was much more to all of them
At the beginning, or in the end

Next it was the middle sibling
Him and the friend
They were both taken though
By partners that loved them
But neither of them truly wanted
They went behind their lovers backs
A string of nights
That meant the world
That they both wanted so badly
They loved eachother so much that it hurt
Until her lover found out
He plotted revenge
Not on her, on him
And soon, he was gone
He was lost too

Now there were two
The last sibling and the friend
They were always there for eachother
From the beginning, to the end...

Told you it was bad *hangs head in shame* please review...