three men at table

a tuesday night in the winter;
I am sitting at a table,
with some men as my guests.
the first one says,
he’ll love me if I kill the third one;
the second one says,
he’ll hate me if I love the first;
the third one says,
he’ll kill me if I hate the second.
what can I do?
they are my friends.
for both spring,
and fall.
I hate them and I love them.
so.
I killed us all.

I guess, that makes not three,
but four.