The Scarecrow

He knew he would never find another woman who was as smart and as stupid as me That was his reason for hanging on to me for dear life Keeping me around meant he'd always have a brain Needing to feed off my energy in order to remain functional It took time to figure out he was a broken boy dressed up as man who chose to play with this woman only to dismantle me dressing me up to be his broken little girl and I was dumb enough to fall for the bait I once hid behind my own stupidity blindfolded with my insecurity Never seeing the red flags waving to get my attention Scratch that....I saw the red flags but I simply chose to ignore them He never knew who I was only got to know the me who could do for him What a sucker won't do for love putting his needs first while mine lay dormant He convince me that he was irreplaceable and me...dispensable but deep down in the square root of himself he knew he wouldn't come across another brain that worked like mine but the power he had over me caused me to believe what he said was true To him I was Oz and he the scarecrow in search of a brain while masquerading as the tin man who was born without a heart All he knew was to wallow in his own narcissism Chest puffed out Throwing daggers dipped in the blood of his insults aimed at the empathetic bullseye around my heart He was the typical scarecrow who lacked the ability to think for himself Unable to utilized common sense because in order to use common sense you must first possess it He found ways to siphon my cerebellar Played with the strings of my frontal lobe as I processed all the thoughts his brain could not capacitate I was his host for a while but eventually I grew tired of being the cowardly lion So one day I grew wings along with a set of balls and found the courage to tell him....I am officially done Those were the magic words needed to relinquished the hold he had on me Unlocking my metahuman strength that he spent years trying to weaken I was the ventilator that gave him life The gray matter that made him whole Once I found the nerve to pull the plug from my power source I was able to breathe and he could no longer live The power of his scare tactics withered away and died along with him He morphed back to the empty shell he used to be I had to learn the hard way why he desperately needed me To him I was his dependency because a scarecrow without his brain will never be able to survive ©4-3-2020