Liek Poem by Maxwell Searcy

Like this status and I'll tell you that
I like you but
I'm pretty sure that you don't like me like me
Like you like Travis that sits in the front of our row in Prealgebraclassthatwehavetogetherthirdblock.

And that is REALLY confusing because my first name is Travis but I go by Chris, which is my middle name because my dad's dad's first name was Christopher and that's how we do the name thing
in my family.
And you try to play that game where you get me to guess who you like.
And you say that he's in this class!
And you say 'his name starts with a tee.'
And you say 'he sits in this row.'
And I start to smile all crooked and anxious.
And then I guess.
I guess me.
And then I'm wrong.
And then the world ends and a giant meteor comes crashing through the ceiling and roof and vent system and top floor of the school and lands right on my head.
At least... I'd really like it if it would.


And then years pass.

But we fail.
We fail at liking liking each other and then we fail at liking each other and then we just fail.
And then you'll become a french-speaking, honour roll, sold out high school girl who doesn't understand why I still spell it skewl.
And then I'll become a cynical, burnout, lovesick, addicted, over-descriptive, high skewl boy with nothing but this facebook status to make me feel better about it.

Would you like that?