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