Broken Poetry

Countdown to Love

The night turns to day,
And my wrist beeps red as I sit on the bus,
Waiting to get to school.

At this time tomorrow,
Ill finally get to meet the one I'm destined to be with,
The one who's destined to be with me.

I tell all my friends,
They gossip and giggle
While I picture him in my head
Like I used to do as a little girl.

The timer on my wrist
Slowly counts down,
And with every second that passes,
I can feel myself grow excited yet scared.

I've heard all the stories,
Of hackers who set the time wrong,
And lead you to dangerous places.

They take you away,
And have their way with you
While you scream,
And cry.

My face goes pale
And my blood runs cold
But then I remember
The small chance of that happening.

I smile instead.

I tell myself
"That won't happen to me"
And I talk with my friends
About my future lover.

I go through the school day,
It seems to drag on,
But every few seconds,
I glance at my watch.

The time ticks down,
Slowly counting backwards to zero,
And with every hour gone,
My smile only grows bigger.

Will his hair be black?
Like the princes in stories?

Will he be tall?
Like every girl would want him to be?

Will he be nice?
Like every man should be?

As I picture him in my head,
The girl next to me cries.

She never had a time set,
She'll never find love.

Again I worry,
That maybe I too will soon cry.

What if he passed?
What if he's broken?

What if's run through my head,
Until a small pain grows within.

Tears threaten to fall,
And my hands begin to shake.

What if?
What if?

I focus on my breathing,
And try my best to calm down.

It will be okay,
It will be normal
Because I am one of many.

So why would something bad happen to me?
Why would bad people go after me?
Why am I worrying?
I don't have anything to fear...
Right?

The day turns to night,
The sun falls down low.

My eyes slowly close,
And my day begins anew.

I walk to the bus stop,
The timer with only
Ten seconds left.

My heart pumps fast,
And I stare at the watch,
My gaze never leaving its surface.

Five seconds,
I keep walking,
Infatuated with this miracle.

Three,
Two,
One.

I walk face first into a boy my age,
Tall,
And dark haired,
Just as he lifts his head up from his watch.

"Hello"
And I fall in love.