Roller Coaster

Open up a box of Ben & Jerry's I'll tell her. Open up a new window on the internet and watch "That Girl" on YouTube. It's going to a bumpy ride, so hang in there. It'll get worse before it'll get better. Then, it'll get worse again.

His bipolar pattern such as that of a bell curve; safe and sound at first, then frenzied up and painful until it plummits back down like a roller coaster ride that has reached its peak and is ready to be grounded.

Hold on tight because just like the ride, he'll make you feel the flutters of a butterfly in your stomach as you prepare to quickly fall...fall right back into his arms that will at some point push you away again.

And when that happens, I'll tell her, "Ask yourself: Is that a ride worth doing all over again? Does the thrill of the ride keep the butterfly effect in your stomach causing a never-ending smile? OR does it come to a haulting end as if you've just had the wind knocked out you?

I know the ride is always tempting, but if you ride enough times knowing what can happen, eventually, it will cause you to regurgitate all of his insecurities that he filled you up with.

And the stench of his bitter life will repulse you and you'll realize that it wasn't that great of a ride afterall!

Her Gift to Him

Her tearducts they are his.

Gift wrapped in the same frenzy-patterned paper that coats her everytime they part ways, but tied with a satin-smooth bow that resembles his slick and smooth way of wrapping her up in his arms so that she doesn't leave him on those oh-so-lonely nights.

And everytime she prepares to see him, she paints her soft taupe canvas with crimson red lips that is smeared off of her by his back-lashing words; with blushing pink cheeks that turn pale when she hears him yell.

And her gift to him is always lined in jet-black- spinning in infinite circles around and around like an athlete who runs on a black track, until a stream of water flows down, causing a faint dry path going down her baby-soft cheek, marking the new direction of a streak of paint colored with pain.

The pain that is caused by the wear and tear of his man-handling hands which eagerly accept her gift, but that with one bad tear causes a jagged etch with sharp blade-like edges that in the blink of an eye he uses against her to cause a scar so deep-- deep enough to make her give him yet another gift...her self-worth.