Maxwell Searcy Biography

Does your mind ever play tricks on you? Because it sure does on me. Your mind tells your lips to do things to the air between them and my ears that my synapses just can't keep up with.
And late at night, it convinces your fingers to type things onto a tiny phone keypad that leave me smiling long after I've hit the
reply button.
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I tried to sit down and write a poem about how much I hate you,
but there weren’t any words
so, instead,
I used numbers.
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I stood in front of my bathroom mirror.
The cutest smile–
no scratch that–
smirk–
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I'm awful at pentameter.
I couldn't catch a slant rhyme with a mit
except that I know orange will
rhyme with door hinge, which can be spelled with or without an interword hyphen.
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Woman. Your hair burns when I look at it.
Honestly, your hair incinerates the very core of my optic nerve and
your voice gets on my next one
and you in a whole are sitting right on top of my last.
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