Albie

I’m a sucker for a soul singer.

Is this what it feels like to be infatuated?

Your voice, so early Al Green-ish , So Donny Hathaway-ish, that I am in love with you.

No one had moved me the way you moved me until you made a move to make me yours.

Is this what it feels like to have a boyfriend?

I’m a sucker for a choir singer.

You said you had to stay after school.

You said we couldn’t go out.

You said you could come over though but it would be late.

I’m a sucker, baby, sing it to me ‘cause I have never heard it before.

You said, you’re such a goody- goody girl, I need more.

You said you could love me if I showed you how I felt.

Your body, so naked-ish, so scary-ish that I trusted you with my soul.

No one has ever put their hands where you put your hands the frontier was your domain.

Is this what it feels like to make love?

I’m a sucker for a falsetto singer.

The next day you told me that you liked her.

You said she let you fuck her on the prop sofa in the drama room.

You said she let you fuck her behind the Chellos in the orchestra room.

You said I was too goody -goody for that.

You said you didn’t want to ruin my life.

Your words cut me into a million shreds flying all across the choir room.

Is this what it feels like to break up?

I’m a sucker, baby sing, sing me to sleep.

Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken?

Sing me one more please, this pain ain’t so damn bad.

I’m a sucker for the first time.

Ruin Me.