Casey Bruise

Six years ago, I developed a shake in my hands as they carried the weight of a love I was too young to understand, but had convinced myself I couldnt live without. Now the only reminders I have of a life I no longer miss are my terrible cursive, and problems holding my cutlery right when I sit at the table on family occasions. I know my mother still worries from time to time, I guess after so long shes learning to realise more often than not when Im silent it means that Im already sorry, for not speaking up, for not using my voice to talk about what Ive been going through. And thats why Im scared of you; because even before I had chance to explain, you were tending to my wounds and soothing my aches. I never thought Id feel comfort again. And I know what this is because my hands have stopped shaking; I hesitate to call it by name just in case that it gets taken away again. I know that its love, but what if Im not enough Because regardless of how soft the touch I still bruise, and I break when