The One Hundred Poem Promise
Car Wreck
It Is Hard To Believe
But I Think Its True
We Spent Another Year
Quarter Of Our Entire Lives
Now Growing Together
Mashed And Mangled
Meaning For Me
Was Just A Place
I Had Found
While Your Endless
Blue Eyes Held
Me Down
I Loved You
Only That Never
Came To Be
That You Saw The
Center In Me
Instead The Lies
Piled On Top Of Me
Making Me Too Dead
To Die