I hate the idea of seeing you inΒ Β a coffin me, at your wake the very first time I'll see you will be you sleeping so sound and calm like you finally found true peace if that would be the first and last photograph that I will have of you then, young man, I'm sorry I have to dissapate it for it won't do good for my photographic memory even if I reject that photo in my mind it will haunt me for years forever let's say and as much as how I hate the thought of seeing you lying in a coffin that would be a lot worse than ever
P.S how do you italize and bold letters? Thanks (yep I know it's another ****** poem from me but thank you anyway for wasting a time of your life to read this poem and oh yeah, whenever I make poems I don't really put titles so yeah)