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.

Here goes the epic plot of most dramas
The unending dislike towards a man
They think not suitable for their precious daughter
As if they hold his fate
Or that they are a royal like Your Highness
The hypocricy is endless
Belittling a man's ability
Like they knew exactly how he would fail in the future
But the only thing they did was crush his pride
That surely would be his strength to go on
And succeed in life
If only to make them see
How wrong they were to assess him as a man
To step on his worth as a human
Just because he loved their daughter
Now I saw myself back then
When you were being denied
To pursue our dreams of getting together
I suffered as you suffered
And the only thing left for us to do
Was to let go.
**** this drama plot of a romance
Which depicts reality in a cruel way
Letting love witness  broken wings
Making young hearts ****** in pain
I want to hurl something at my tv
It is a mockery of my past
A deep etched pain that has yet to be healed
And i wonder..
Will it ever be.

My very own life's drama.

When you left my world became dark
Tears rolled down on my face
As I wept staring at your back
I could not see properly
You who kept on walking without a backward glance
I tried to see thru my tears
But you were a blur from a distance
I tried to stop weeping
I wanted to memorize my last glimpse of you
But tears kept on flowing
Like a river there was no stopping
I tried to utter your name
A whisper that caught in my throat
Only me who could hear
The wind blew your name
Fading in the silence

I felt all alone...
In misery...
Hurting...
When you left.