Just for the beer

There is only one reason

that I am here

at Pub de grub

grab and drunk

- funk-

even the food sucks!

in spite of all that

I am still sitting here

but it's just for the beer

and before this night is over
I'm pretty sure I'm going to cry in it.

How many times must I break
to understand where all my pieces fit?

I'm lying, shattered on the floor
  - or-
resting, broken in a gutter.

my loneliness has left me there before.

From which lesson in life did I obtain glue?

was it in that mirror moment when
I saw the sparkle of my own eyes?
they were gleaming for you.

Gorilla or Super will do.
again. 

and some say I'm weak, broken
by my love for a man
but your energy sees me, heals me
and seals me
- my fractured structure- 
back together
time and time again.