I don't deserve to cry.
Not the first time, not now.
But here I am, a revolting collision of
Salt and wetness and blankets.
I don't deserve your explanation.
I was wrong about a few things - I know that,
But that was one day,
And you didn't ask so I didn't tell,
            Even though I knew instantly that I was wrong.
And nothing I say now is going to change
Anything.

I'm grasping at straws that don't exist
I'm losing something I needed
Something that must have seemed
           less important than it was.

I was wrong. And now everyone's paying the price.