The First Of All Poem by Eman Awad

He may've been disappointing to me,
but he stands still at the gates of my heart.
And he'll always stay, my first reverie,
even though he failed me and tore us apart.
Though i'm getting over him these days,
but i return to think of him for a short while.
And this smile is becoming my always,
he was the first to sweep me away with a smile.
My cheeks went all red to his words,
he was the first to see me that weak.
Over him, i knew that love hurts,
and over my pain i can no further speak.
He was the first to see me shy,
and he knew my smiles and my tears.
Still, he was the first to make me cry,
even though he knew all of my fears.
The first hello on the phone,
and the first words of (i really missed you) .
But he was the first to leave me alone,
ignoring the misery i'll be going through.
He was the first and he'll be the last,
till i'm sure i'm no longer under his spell.
And till i'm sure that all of this is past,
i'm sure i'll forget, i hope i will...