This feeling is alien
I've never felt wanted
Needed before you came along
No one has ever openly sacrificed
Willingly changed for me--
Or for the sake of being with me
You say that I
Am more important than weed or cancer sticks
A toss of your hand and
That which I most hate is a thing of the past
But is it really that easy?
Am I that special to you?
What serpent lurks behind those roses you hold?