You caress the bruise forming on my eye and tell me you’re sorry, that you didn‘t mean it and that you love me more then anything. I look into your deep blue eyes and all my worry melts away. You’ve always had that effect on me. From the day we first met, it was your eyes that won me over. I try not to wince at your touch, it’s not you, it’s where you’re touching me. I can feel my eye swelling up and when your fingertips brush over it, it leaves a sting. Your face creases with hurt. I can deal with the pain, but I can‘t deal with the sorrow in your face. This is what causes me actual pain, the thought that you’re hurting because of me. Your lips brush against my eye and I ignore the stinging that comes with it because it’s going to make you feel better. I force a small smile onto my face to reassure you and when you smile back my whole body relaxes. It’s going to be okay, I tell myself again, this time it will all be okay.

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This is a little different to what I'm used to writing, but I decided to have a go at it. Seeing as this is new to me please don't be too harsh although critisms are welcome. It might take me a while to add to this one, but be patient, I'm not going to forget it.
I hope you enjoy it.

--rawrr :)

updated Sep 7 '09 by rawrr