somehow in a moment
that should've been friendly,
it seemed romantic.
you laugh when you recall
my newfound freedom
no longer am I a child.
I have become a woman,
and in a way that is scary.
we are both afraid
of what I am becoming.
you because I am becoming older
with each passing moment
and with every boy I meet.
and me because I am growing up
and life is passing me by.
in the place I call home
you put your arm around my shoulders
holding me close to you.
here I am,
a woman now,
afraid of more than growing up.
I'm more afraid of
you breaking my heart than
exceeding speed limits
and running over curbs.
