The Wolves Howling In My Head

Deadly sins

I am unhappy.
Although guilty of my own,
I was fearful of your sins.

You were wrathful.

Your anger petrified me.
You were claiming to be better about it.
But the rage made me afraid.

You were sloth.

I worked all day while you slept.
You did it to run from your demons.
It still made things hard with reason.

You were envy.

I would hang out with friends.
And I'd return to your wrath.
I'm sorry I got lonely so far away.

I won't lie.
She did show me I was unhappy.
But I'm not going to her.

I am also guilty of sin.

I am lustful.

But I will not go to her.
We only spoke for 5 days.
No more, no less.

I am prideful.

I want to show off to my family.
It's hard to do that when love is secret.
But I will not go to her.

I am greedy.

To pursue joy I would've chosen both.
But I know that wouldn't work.
So ultimately I chose neither.

I cannot exemplify gluttony for us.
The closest in relation being greed.
So I will take that in my mantle.

We are both sinners,
I more so than you.

I just want to be happy.
I'm sorry.