About the Poem
She claimed she left because she was losing her sense of self. There was only me, and us, and never her. Or so she said. It wasn't until later I discovered there was also him.
I remember feeling betrayed. She was the one woman I thought would never hurt me that way. And those feeling of betrayal grew, feeding on my anger and bitterness, until they were only a single step away from hate. I never took that final step. But it was close.
The Eighth Deadly Sin
|by Ron Carnell|
|If it's a sin to love,
Then I've sinned an awful lot;
I've hated when I should've loved,
And loved when I should've not.
Someday I'll try to figure out
Which class you should be in:
Did I hate when I should've loved,
Or is misplaced love still my sin?