Some days i still love this girl,
I cant stop that ******* whirl;

I have ignored, rebuttled, analysed and rejected,
Any such thought that expelled love suspected,

I have slept, avoided, attacked and awoken,
Yet nothing can succeed in making that entity broken.

It’s not that i love her, in the same way that i did,
but the memory created wont keep on its lid,

and now unequivocally, we are never going to happen,
so i rationalise repeatedly, but the feeling doesn’t lessen.

It changes and it molds;
Reaping the left-behind-cold,
Knowing existing is incorrect,
Knowing it will never actually connect.

Then other days, i dont feel this insurrection.
I cant imagine her even existing in that section.

Yes she is still complicated, wild and free
And in my brain i know we’ll never be,
But it doesn’t disastrously disarm me
Or actually even silence the way i see

Not any more, not so dramatically.

It becomes like a memory,
The happy, the hurt, her heart,

It becomes like a memory,
All that uncertainty at the start

It becomes like a memory,
My refusal to explore the friendship sacrifition

It becomes like a memory,
When I thought I would ever opt into admission

My poetry will keep being written,
The idea came originally from her
And that is something I will take with me,
That’s one thing I know for sure.

I will love her forever,
Not in the same strong way,
but she was my first true love
She’ll be that til the end of my days

Smile through the storm, pretend it's fine,
Hide the rage, bury the line
Fake the joy, mask the ache,
Hiding tears that start to break

"Be happy," they say, "just play the game"
But inside, it's nothing but shame
Smile, fake it, wear the mask
But deep inside, I’m done with the task

I don't even know who I write to anymore
do I hope you'll stumble across my work
that you'll tell yourself "just one more line" again and again
And when you reach the end you'll read again
until there's nothing left to find
and you'll sob and tears will distort the screen
you'll wipe them away and forget all about this

Loyalty, courage and honor
Skilled in the art of the sword
Important to history, yet your future is unclear

Loyalty, courage and honor
But loyalty is hard to find
Courage is forgotten
Honor has drained from our souls

Samurai, you brought much pain
But there is no history without you
You are a legend of movies and games
But you were once human

Samurai, you were once humans
You were breathing and feeling
You were more than armour and katana
More than a screaming warrior

Loyalty, courage and honor
That's what you fought for
That's what you should be remembered for
The humans you were.