stemming from a long line of debate
over my own happiness
and whether my isolation is real
i’ve fought against all sorts of criticism
those who choose to stand for me
understand this concept
and those who choose to ignore the truth
simply disappear from my life
now
love makes things grow
which is why i buy myself flowers
even though the cold bitters my heart
and
the sun makes me feel weak
my butterfly loneliness keeps me alight
About the Creator
Courtney Swann
I am a creative writing major, and thoroughly enjoy writing about everything. I’ve been writing since I was a kid and learned how to turn my suppressed rage into art and make a career out of it. I am great at writing poetry as well.
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