I know a co-dependant who is so defensive of his friendship,
there is no pretence, he never pretends.
When he lends a tender hand this man is tentative,
attentive without an incentive other than to mention
that he meant it when he said
he’d never think to jump the brink of a sinking ship.
He has a model road and rolls like a novel role model
no bottles to use as a hovel for sorrows, no hollow morals
he swallowed pride and spat it back for you to borrow.
Follow this man tomorrow;
see him be in nothing but his being,
seeing the world adapt its stance ‘til it’s trapped in a dance with the devil.
Bent metal, false hands, fleeing the scene he seems to be screaming.
A man of mettle, not faltering, not altering himself for an altar,
he offers himself just as he is.