the jittering of joints at high speed and under the pressure of gravity made the perfect backdrop to the half melody tangling us up
the music of my love, his voice quietly mimics songs he could have written for me if he had got there first
but I prefer the music he did write for me
I prefer it more than any Frank Ocean or James Brown
cute thing, hot thing,
sweet words, sure
but I prefer the words
of my everything
I wrote this on the way to a car seat headrest concert with my boyfriend. I love Will Toledo, but I love my boy a whole lot more.