Because You Wrote Me on a Paper Bag in Jail

I miss you, forcing a smile
As hearts beat
A perfect dream
That pinches nipples
And left me
Crying that night
Forever hurting anyone

Riding too fast in a Ford that
Couldn't get a ticket
If it wanted to

Except as codependent evolution

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope.
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed.
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear.
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.