Rebecca Johnson 2 Poems

When your savior is just a victim
And your teacher has never been taught
When your hero is just a villain
And your war has already been fought
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What is the point of love?
Of a romance that is set on fire only to explode into embers,
I don’t remember
A time when I thought it would be worth it.
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Look At Me.
This is my skin, stained and blemished,
Stretched out before you like worn satin over fragile bones.
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