You left your jacket on my chair. I haven't moved it. Leave it there. I hate that I just said that. I used to like an empty room. Now I leave a light for you. I catch myself about to smile at something you said back a while. I bought the coffee that you drink. You never asked. I didn't think. I set your cup beside my own and felt embarrassed once alone. Something got inside me. I know it by the signs. It makes your name sound gentle in a mouth that should be mine. Love is like a demon possessing me. It speaks with my voice and it's painfully sweet. I mean to say no, but I offer a seat. Love is like a demon possessing me. I hear you arriving and straighten my clothes. I'm pleased for a second. I'm sick that it shows. I want you beside me. I want you to leave. What a disgusting thing to need. You ask me how my day has been. I give you things I've kept within. Then lie awake regretting it. You get to sleep. I get to sit and wonder what you meant by that, how long before you answer back. You've done so little. Look at me. I've rearranged my whole damn week. One, I make room on my side. Two, I tell you things I hide. Three, I save a seat for you. Four, I want your good news too. Five, I reach across the bed. Six, remember what you said. Seven, when you've had a day, I ask you over. Tell you, “Stay.” You didn't even have to ask. Love is like a demon possessing me. It ruins my anger with frightening ease. I've got a complaint and it comes out as “Please.” Love is like a demon possessing me. I hear you arriving and straighten my clothes. I'm pleased for a second. I'm sick that it shows. I want you beside me. I want you to leave. What a disgusting thing to need. Did you do this? Did I? You were kind. Was that a crime? You held my hand. I held it back. I'd like an explanation that lets me leave out that. I want somebody I can blame. I keep arriving at your name. Then you look tired, and there I go: “Come here. Sit down. Tell me what's wrong.” I had a whole speech ready. Love is like a demon possessing me. I try to accuse you. I ask what you need. I want to be cruel, but I check if you eat. Love is like a demon possessing me. Don't look so relieved when I ask you to stay. I'm still fucking angry. Don't take that away. I want this thing out. I want you with me. Why can't those be different things? You left your jacket on my chair. I should have moved it. It's still there. Are you coming over? Who said that?
