I saw him first
I talked to him first
He was like heaven sent
To my lonely heart.

Nights seemed endless
Whenever we exchanged messages
My eyes never felt sleepy
Each time my phone beeps.

His presence is a breath of fresh air
He lights up everywhere
Whenever ... However...
I feel like ******* the air he breathes.

How does he do it?
Nonchallant and yet strong
His smiles... His gaze...
As if looking thru my soul.

And now you say...
He looks the same way
To you as he did me
Like you are the only one.

I wondered...

Does he make you sleep late at night, too?
While sending cute little messages?
Feeling that excitement
While heart pounds?

I saw him first
I met him first
We exchanged smiles first
He looked at me as if I was the one.

But I guess first does not mean anything
As long as he can look again
Towards someone
Who is gullible enough
To think she saw him first
To think he looked at her first
And made her feel
She is extraordinary
And that she is one and only.

If this is what first means
Then it's only an illusion
I don't want to be a part of.