If I Wrote A Note

If I wrote a note
To my only one
Its insides would be red
And dripping crimson

It would contain
Words of comfort
And words from
Which would come hurt

It would speak of
My truth and my past
And it would tell them
That I wish what we have would last

It would talk about
The love for which I gave
And how I became
Just another metaphoric sex slave

It would address
My mind that was cluttered
With the thoughts of what I wanted
And my heart for which you murdered

I would seal it with a kiss
And lay it by my body
And hope that one day
That once again you will find me