I thought I had ****** all the demons out
when I kissed your neck
but they hid in the crevices I couldn't reach
and when you began to crawl out of bed
at the earliest hours of the morning
to sit outside
with eyes that played dead
I reminded myself
not to groan  "stay"
but instead
whisper "come back"
and leave out a cup of your favorite tea
for when the demons had left
and when you finally fall asleep
I try to remember
that untangling the knots in your hair
won't fix the tangles inside you