I expect you to be
Like a barnacle
Stuck to my sole
And loathing me a little.

I expect you to be
Like a remora
Bound in twine
With skin like a bruised peach.

I expect you to be
Like a burr
Guard less
Vulnerable to my sticky impression.

Unless of course,
You want a friend.

In which case I’ll take you as is.

——

I can’t be the one to save you.
Though I’d love to
Though you need me
Though I’d save you.