have you met my best friend mania?
she’s a real party sometimes.
she’s possessive, and only she can make me feel alive.
she fixes what’s broken, but she also makes me broken.
don’t tell mania i said that though because then her claws will dig in deeper to my bones.
her raspy voice beckoning me to follow,
and i don’t know why but i go where she goes.
maybe it’s that when she’s with me i don’t have to think about my other dear friend, should i even say her name?
i wonder if she gets jealous of the way mania makes me feel?
i think she does because after mania leaves she pulls me in close with her lanky body and tells me never to leave her again.
Still Breathing 