I've been looking for a reason to stay alive and I think I found it in you.
In your furrowed brow and your bitter tongue.
In the words you whisper to yourself when you think I can't hear.
I've been told that to fall in love with somebody you first have to fall in love with yourself.
To tell you the truth, there isn't a part of me I care for, but under your gaze I feel like I could be a person again.
Like there's not this gaping hole inside me.
You call me an idiot and throw me a withering stare, but I smile because you're looking at me.
...Seeing me.
I wish I could feel this real all of the time.
Our fingers brush for the slightest moment and my whole world is set on fire.
A burning in my chest that claws its way up my throat, spilling out into words that make you pause.
Your face flushed with a bitter scowl.
If I didn't know you I'd assume you were angry, but the red tips of your ears and the nervous tapping of your fingers prove otherwise.
You glance away and call me an idiot...
The word feeling like praise to my untrained ears.
How was I supposed to see the warning signs under all your blinding pessimism?
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The diary of Seth Alexander
Non-Fictionas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
