4 months:
He's the most constant rendition of regulation I've ever allowed myself to recognize
With the eyes and soul to chastise a girl and leave her wanting more
The sort of cliche we're warned to ignore
but fall in love with anyways
while he's searching for the best parts of us
in the worst ways.

6 months:
I elude the sun
just to follow stormy days
losing track of how long I've been gone
or if there was a reason I decided to stay
But the same cliche who is holding my heart
is the only one waiting on the other side
As he looks away from my scars
he breathes, "Just you and I."
For the first time
I can't leave.

8 months:
Months deep, promises thick
he's half expecting me to stray
Disregarding my words
he hands over fistfuls of unresolved hurt
and swears he wants me to stay
But these days I'm so used to the silence of his car
playing back the situation
wondering if or when I went too far explaining my pain
The blame weighs heavy on our shoulders for the next few days
I don't believe in a god anymore
but I remember how to pray
and tonight I'll pray he'll not only hear
but listen to the things I say