Red Wine Stain

My glass is sitting empty
while my belly gets full, swelling with insecurities
though the pangs are dulled.

Sour is my stomach, churning at days past
Kisses un-returned, love that didn't last

I'm defined by defilement, but the bitter makes it sweeter
My love is bruising. I ponder, did he beat her?

This red stain,
is that blood? is that wine?
distinctions are now too undefined.

This well is hollow, you'd filled me, then sprung my leak
Danced in the pools of my sorrows
Tapped in the springs of my misery.

But I'm patching the holes with sponges, and replenishing my supply.
Fill me with the bitter sweet for the bittersweet,
Pour it in, sweeping red eyes.

This red stain,
is that blood? is that wine?
distinctions are now too undefined.