Samantha Blackman Poems

I do not love you anymore.
There are days when I lie awake,
Being kept up by the thought of you.
Where the sheets become more tangled than my mind.
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I roll out of bed,6: 15, Monday.
I can’t seem to find the motivation.
Gonna be late, what’s the point anyway?
Dreading my desk, my permanent station.
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Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I fist pumped to the "womp womp womp" of the bass. In Karma, or any club for that matter, the only audible part of the club mixes were the thumping of the bass.
Tonight, I didn't even care. Karma had a special guest DJ from Europe or something. Everyone from around here (and even farther away) was here tonight. The club had almost no room to move around. The lyrics, "everyone in line for the bathroom, tryna get a line in the bathroom" by Miley Cyrus was very real tonight.
There were so many beautiful people here, but one in particular caught my eye. She was in a tight black dress, standing shyly to the side with a drink in hand. I guess she noticed I had been looking at her all night, because she started toward me.
"Hi, I'm Trish! " She giggled loudly in my ear.
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Oh joy, it’s finally Monday again!
I happily jumped out of my warm bed.
I can’t wait for the week to begin again.
Thoughts of decent people filled my head.
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It's your first day of freshman year
You've got your brand new shoes on,
And all the unnecessary material items
To make anyone your "friend"
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Beauty
Is not depicted
By the appearance
Of our outer shell,
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You are beautiful.
You are every color
Of every vibrant spectrum
That even the human eye
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Mistake
You were another
Cliché love story and I
Ripped your pages out.
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I asked you to try and put the bottle down,
But you didn't.
I asked you to try and drop the addiction,
But you didn't.
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