I pour out the cup of coffee and hand it to you. You smile sympathetically at me and pretend to ignore the bruise on my face. Like usual. Taking a sip you ask the same question as ever, ‘how are you doing?’. I answer the same as always, ‘I’m fine Mum. Nothing to report’. I rarely ever see you nowadays. I can’t leave the house just in case it annoys him and you’re far too busy to see me all the time. But when you do its always the same. You don’t say it out loud, but I can see it in your eyes. The pain, the worry. But I’m fine Mum. I really am. Relationships aren’t all plain sailing, there’s always a few bumps along the way. And I’m fine.

You pick the cup up and wash it for me. Always happy to help. Sometimes I wish you were here all the time. But that’s just stupid. I’m always coming up with stupid ideas. I walk you to the door and you kiss me on the cheek. The cheek without the bruise. You try to make it subtle that you’re avoiding it. But I can read you like a book. Before you leave you tell me you love me and to call you when ever I need you. But why would I need you when I have him? He’s everything I need.

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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