Infuriated with myself

For arriving late

I’m the one who came afterwards

So what right do I have to split anyone up?

I know it’s wrong

You belong to someone else

Anyone would love their possessions

If it’s borrowed, it must be returned

But I’m human, I have a heart too

I’d rather be a sinful person who can love you the most

Regardless of how people will judge me

I’m not asking to be a saint

Who can’t love you

I don’t want to be a saint who has no happiness.