I don't own Nichijou. Now please enjoy! Haha, as if….

I hope this isn't too similar to my other poems. I'm always trying to improve, so if you guys have any tips, I'd love to get them.

The day was bright and merry
Nothing at all was scary
Nothing to be afraid of
The perfect day for young love.

Misato was a shy one
Her way to speak was with a gun
She loved the Sasahara boy,
But was too violent to be coy.

Everything was like a game
Sasahara took the pain
It came every day for him
But each day his life grew more thin.

Misato, she knew that he
Could take whatever'd make him bleed
He was a farmer, but still tough
She did not know when it was enough.

So that day she, with her large gun
Taking down the boy of whom she loved
That day he did not well dodge
A bullet that in his heart lodged.

He stifled the pain and forced a small grin
Not knowing she'd gotten a vital organ
Misato blushed when he looked her way
Everything should have been perfect that day.

The smile faded; he slowly fell
He couldn't take the pain too well
"SASAHARA!" Misato said
It wasn't angry, but full of dread.

She dropped to where the boy was laying
Tears filled her eyes as she was praying
Praying for her love to be okay
Wishing for Sasahara to see the next day.

He didn't understand. It always seemed
There was no pain, no hurt indeed
It was so wrong, that day and there
It felt like such a horrid nightmare.

Kojiro drew in a pain-strained gasp
He found her hand and gave it a grasp
As she wailed by the dying heap,
"Sasahara, don't go to sleep!"

"It's okay." He gently kissed her
Then he breathed his final whisper:
"Misato, you're such a fool.
Don't you know that I love…."

Misato choked in her breath
As Kojiro reached eternal rest
She paused, then shook the young man
Screaming, "Stand, Sasahara! Stand!"

She screamed and screamed, but the boy
Was limp just like a puppet toy
The screams slowly progressed to tears
Tears that were filled with sorrow and fears.

Sasahara was gone
Life was so wrong
Without the one person
Who made Misato's life certain
Now she would mend it
Now she would end it
In order to join him
By drinking the poison.

She pointed the gun to her chest
The bullet would finally grant her rest
So that the sadness would get no bigger,
Misato softly pulled the trigger.

The trembling shell collapsed
Joining the boy whose hand she clasped
There was no way to escape the curse
For, in the end, love always hurts.