Ripped, tattered edges may not seem like much,
neither are black tipped fingernails on a worn guitar,
hands are only as steady as the thoughts in your head,
and his hands tremble where no one can see.
'Take a deep breath,'
Whispers taunt his mind everytime he turns around,
and they aren't even meant to tear and dispair
All that he knows is how broken everyone is,
and when he sees her family,
he doesn't let himself feel welcomed by them.
His fingers stop moving, the guitar helplessly clinging to him,
'There'll see you one day,'
Sometimes she's much more optimistic than he can afford to be
she has luck on her side,
and he has black painted fingernails, an absentee father, a sister who won't say the words on her mind, and a rebellious mother
Marinette will always be a good luck charm that he never deserved.
'So you got in?'
She sat down by his side,
all pinks and light,
and he wonders not for the first time how he got so lucky
to have her by his side,
sometimes soft spoken Marinette,
but mostly just strong.