The Night Talks • Vents

love is a one-time thing

ive only been in love with someone
once
i have been told by someone they love me too
but it never felt real

but with him
it was all too real
all the kisses and hugs
left stains on me

sometimes i want to bleach them out
like wine in a white sheet
other times i embrace them
like paint on jeans

right now
i want to ignore them
because you might be staining her now
and that hurts more than i should let it