She kissed the girl, betraying your trust,
Breaking the first unspoken rule of relationships.
She tells herself it was the only way,
Guilt consumes her every night.

The girl was lost, ready to fall,
Too scared, she gave in to it all.
She should have thought of another way,
now her heart breaks everyday,
Reaping what she’s sewn.

She’s sorry she kissed that girl, it wasn’t right,
Your touch that night also stole a part of her.
And she wonders if you, too, felt what she did the day she kissed the girl.

She regrets betraying you
But at least she asked first.