Whenever I felt your hands delve into my skull
I knew how you needed me most
like putty in your hands; malleable.
If you were to reshape the things that make me, me
go in and fix what wasn’t broken, smash up the things you fixed
you needed me; vulnerable.
Always acting like the one with all the answers
the first to speak up, last to shut up
you needed me silent; gullible.
To play me like a puppet
make me dance at your command
you needed me reliable; agreeable.
To validate yourself, in your own hour of weakness
you needed me.