Listens: "bottles and bones (shade and sympa" (califone)

and he doesn't give up though i'm expert at pushing people away.

he knows i might, could marry him someday, even though i'm terrified of marriage. terrified of promises punctuated by drained desire. i'm frightened when i imagine bleeding to death in that form.

but still. he almost has me believing it doesn't have to be so for me. perhaps.