In her bedroom with my head down,
Resting as the euphoria fades,
We feel an aura of guilt and regret lingering around,
As I look into her weary eyes,
Her expression seems broken,
I freeze on the spot,
Dreading the words yet to be spoken,

She asked me to keep it a secret,
So I never opened my mouth,
I believed her when she said things would get sorted out,
And for all it’s worth I still had doubt,
but I promised her I would not open my mouth,

But now I wish I did speak out,
not to confess anything,
but in a cry for help,
I should have broke that promise ,
when I walked out the door
she spent the summer leaving lipstick stains everywhere,
and all I was left with was blood stains on my floor.