You’re drawn back to only get hurt. The sorries and the whiplash from this drama that we’ve acquired, but you still come back. You still speak soft words, covering them in a silky comfort while they do nothing to help. Nothing to help you because it hurts you, too, but they don’t see that. They don’t see that at all. And so you go back, and you whisper the sweet words that promise galaxies and moons and stars, and you try not to cry yourself to sleep. You try to fall asleep.
(Source: o-amor-sempre)
