• Caruther’s Broken Road

    by  • June 24, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 5 Comments

    She is power

    Her name, you see it and you shake
    Undeniable irresistible strength comes from even her name

    She is beauty

    The way she moves, will make you lose your breath

    She is unpredictable

    Such beauty and power, a deadly mix, beware.

    She has the power of soul-twisting
    She has twisted mine

    Peacefully driving, a sudden storm causing a fatal car-wreck
    An ignored hurricane warning, tearing everything apart
    Sunshine without sunscreen
    Freezing temperature without heat
    Alcohol withdrawal and no money

    That is her

    She sucks you in
    Blocking all the escapes
    But by the time you look for an escape-route,
    You don’t want to leave

    You want her
    You crave her

    Everything else becomes pointless background noise
    Her eyes sending your system into shock
    Her voice turning your own cells against themselves
    Her touch making your logic run for the hills

    She’ll take you out into storm
    Saying she’ll bring the sunshine, soon
    All you have to do is look north
    The second you take your eyes off her
    She’s gone
    And she’ll leave you in that storm without a second thought

    You’ll be infuriated

    And trust me, she knows
    Just as quickly as she leaves,
    She’ll come back and bring the sun

    And you’ll quickly jump right back in

    But what you know but don’t mind, is her plans are to drown you

    And you go gladly into her embrace

    5 Responses to Caruther’s Broken Road

    1. scary
      June 24, 2015 at 5:02 am

      Who wants to be wanted this way? Nice for the ego. That’s it.

    2. Nope
      June 24, 2015 at 9:49 am

      Yuck. Sounds like a childish user with a grossly overblown ego to me. I’ll take someone honest and loyal any day of the week over that.

    3. More nope
      June 24, 2015 at 10:06 am

      My yuck comment might have been harsh depending on how old you are. When I was a teenager and in my early-mid twenties I was involved with men (and women) who thought of their game playing as “powerful”. In hindsight I find those people annoying and a waste of time, but that comes with time.

      As you get older and mature that rollercoaster spectacle crap just kind of loses it appeal, and you want someone who wishes for your happiness 100% of the time.

    4. Even more nope
      June 24, 2015 at 10:52 am

      Sorry, this letter really just opened up a channel of thought it my head. I have a lot of anger toward people like the woman you described in your poem, who play games with people to get a sense of power.

      But in a way, that must be sad to have to be so obsessed with power in the first place that you need to hurt others, to steal “power” from others by making them sad themselves. It must be lonely to juggle all these people but never get truly close to any of them when the intimacy is a lie and a bait-and-switch. It must stem from the sense that if people really got to know you and the “thrill” you provide wore off, then they could hurt you, so you hurt them first for absolutely no reason other than to try to keep the “power” over the other person.

      Power doesn’t come from the supply you can get from other people unless you really, underneath it all, feel powerless.

      The person you described isn’t powerful, she just isn’t capable of love.

    5. Author
      June 25, 2015 at 8:17 pm

      Hi, I read all of your comments.

      I just wanted to say too, that the person I wrote this about I love very deeply, and it isn’t like I just met her yesterday.

      It’s been 4 years.

      I am in my older teenage years, I actually graduated this year.

      I understand what you are saying about power hungry people, but this situation is completely unheard of.

      And if you must know, I am also a woman.

      She is just.. Unpredictable. She’s mysterious but she’s beautiful.
      And I am not in a romantic relationship with her.

      That’s all I meant by this.

      She really is like night and day, one minute she’s bright and warm and the next she’s dark and cold.
      But it’s not like she’s bipolar or anything.

      This really is just an undescribable situation.
      I have reread this letter I wrote multiple times now, and it’s just how I feel about her sometimes.

      I have also written other letters on the same topic:

      Eden’s Lost One
      Calvary’s Soul Fog
      Baptist’s Fatal Revival
      I Want Him

      And this one. I wanted to respond to you, though.
      Let me know if you have any more questions or comments? Or what you interpreted besides this? Thank you for not being rude though, I really do appreciate that.

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