I feel like if I were in one of those alternate universe stories where you have the name of your soul mate or a timer counting down to the exact second you meet your soul mate, I would be one of the faults. I would be one of the flaws in the system. I would be the one person who had their timer run out, but the person I had just met still had three years left on their's. I'd be the person to have a name on my wrist and that exact person had a name that wasn't mine. I just feel like I would be the bug in the system that had no solution.
I don't know if you can count this as a poem but I wanted to post it here.