Italic and Bold

November 16, 2010
I'd bottled them up,
Hidden the proof,
Tried to forget,
And needed to move.

My mind felt heavy,
Bearing its load.
Memories weighed down,
Italic and bold.

All the things,
Controlling what you called fate,
Made nothing change,
Except for that date.

The letters in the note,
Carried from your tote.
I wanted to see,
But couldn't believe.
All the things were happening so fast.
You were gone before I even had a chance,
Because of the world and its game.

I couldn't tell you how I felt,
Not even a bit.
I hid my feelings from myself,
Told myself s***.

Lied about those aches,
Those tiny little pains.
They hurt like hell,
More than anything.

Everything fell to pieces,
My heart and your head.
My hands were trembling,
Because you were now dead.

Only your face,
Imprinted in my mind,
Was left for me,
I would rather be blind.

The letters in the note,
Carried from your tote.
I wanted to see,
But couldn't believe.
All the things were happening so fast.
You were gone before I even had a chance,
Because of the world and its game.

I fed my own weakness,
Bathed in denial.
You couldn't be gone,
There was no fair trial.

Suffocating gasps,
That took to my heart.
Every single beat,
Left my tongue feeling tart.

And despite all the lies,
That kept me alive,
I spiraled downward,
No longer that coward.

But I was too late,
It couldn't be changed.
You were expired,
And I was deranged.

All the simple letters,
In the crappy note,
Inside your bag,
With nowhere to go.

All the different effects,
In each little code,
Every single difference,
Italic and bold.





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