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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

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