The wine stained his lips like
blood
His eyes a wild red full of hate
spills
He doesn't throw physical punches  
not
He hits emotionally and shoots holes in your confidence
just
Love is only a word he knows when he isn't drunk
from
His anger is your burden
open
What did i do wrong father
wounds
you were an idiot...
*it spills from your soul which has been shredded by the same people you cared about