I hold her to my chest
She is perfect
In this moment I blissfully forget
All the rigid 90's concepts
About sexuality
Heaven forbid we be who we want to be
All the strict social standards
Demanding to be met
The heterosexual marriage
The kids
The house
The picket fence
It was my ideal 90's dream
To be a suburban queen
Funny how a dream can turn into a cage
A man who vows to love you can turn on you with rage
Holding the girl was the perfect escape
From a place gone stale with pain
I hold her to my chest
She is perfect
When I am with her I am who I am meant to be
I throw away the picket fence
I wave my flag
I don't have to pretend
I hold her to my chest
In this moment beauty is everywhere
In her embrace
I finally feel safe
Holding the girl erases all the shame

i am not afraid of you leaving again
if you do i'll just be grateful that you were indeed my friend
creativity was our sacred safety
trying to sing with our butterfly wings
i am not afraid of you leaving again
if you need to fly, here is your freedom

A butterfly once flew into my life
A beautiful friendship was formed
She stayed for a quite a while
Until there came a vicious storm  
Bringing chaos and hardship
In all of the confusion
I found that she had departed
I grieved for my friend
Unsure of why it had ended
Eventually like most things
I found closure and acceptance
Out of the blue
On an autumn evening
A butterfly stopped by
Fluttering her wings in greeting
So there, time stood still
Call it fate if you will
A reunion of two butterflies
Who never truly severed ties

I'm glad that I don't have a mental illness
Those people are an incredible drain
A drain on society
A burden to carry
Something to be cruelly thrown away
I'm glad that I don't have a mental illness
I'm glad that I am perfectly sane
I had to watch this depressing man crying on the train
I heard that he went and hung himself
That's the pathetic nature of mental health
I'm glad that isn't me
It will never be
For I am mentally healthy with not a scrap of empathy!