He spilled the wine he drank last night,
Leaving red stains that were too bright.
He spilled them on the kitchen floor,
the living room, bedroom, and bathroom door.
The stains never left after scrubbing,
And after a while I stopped trying.
His wine, like love staining every piece of me,
every atom, organ, every part of my body.
And then I knew, we could never be apart,
Because him leaving will tear up my heart.
This love started with bright red wine,
Suddenly, his heart also became mine.
