Mania

I go like a clockwork toy wound too tight

Frantic and eager but sporadic and hysterical

And I love and I love

And I give and I give

Until like like a well loved toy

My skin is worn thin

And my entrails spill out from the seams.

And the pounding ratatatat tattoo

of my heart whipped into frenzy

is calmed by the panicked coda

of my hyperventilations.

We all have our lows.