A/N: Not by best work, but I need a RobStar in here somewhere so...
Lucky
She is a princess.
I'm the king of screwing up.
She smiles widely and profusely.
The only time a ghost of a smile comes on my face is in her presence.
She is an open book.
I am a dusty old book left hidden on a shelf.
She is the picture of perfection.
I have more flaws than I can count.
She is loving and loved.
I am respected, but she is probably the only person in the world who loves me.
And yet, for some reason she picked me over everyone else in two worlds.
I'm glad she did, because I need her. At one time, I tried to pretend I didn't, but I do.
She balances me out.
Why'd she pick me?
I guess I'm just lucky like that.