Poetry

I’m not that type of girl, 
Even if it looks that way.
I understand what you saw.
I’m not sure what to say.
I’m sorry you now have, 
this whole new idea of me.
Although I know it isn’t true, 
my accidental actions are ones to rue.
This, I know, was a misconception.
Changing your view was not my intention.
I’m not that type of girl, I’m sure, 
and yet, a punishment, 
is one I’ll have to endure.