It started with a bus stop poem
Damaged goods to be precise
She spoke of its words
His eyes on her
He's all she seems to see
      
Standing there                              
She reads black coffee kisses
The poem she once wrote
The week before        

People clap she speaks
"I am the girl they call broken"
They stair
"Damaged goods"
Eyes wonder around the room
Only stopping at him

She finishes
He looks at her
Hand reaching out
She misses

The night goes on
She stands shyly
Helplessly wondering
what people may think    

He tells her
"I'll bring you home"
They start walking
When things start to go wrong

She falls apart
Into tears
He speaks of how he feels
She doesn't want to hear it

"Do you love yourself" he asks
"I don't know" she replies
"Do you love yourself" she asks
"No" he replies

She tells him how she hated herself
How she has no friends
He listens to every bit she says
As she falls apart at every seem

He tells her
how he could never
be with a girl like her
How she has to much baggage

"You need to grow up" he says to her
"Get a job, your ged"
He tells her so much more

At the end they just stand there
Holding on to each other
She cries a little into his chest
Just standing there
Secretly wanting to give him
One last kiss