I’m seventeen years old.
The real world is coming at me fast,
Not quite yet at terminal velocity,
But I’ll be getting close.
I have a new hand to hold,
To grow old with, to get colds with,
To bring me back to the fantasy world
I was engulfed with
When I need some magic.
When it feels like it’s all too fast,
Like I’m going to drown,
She whispers sweet nothings,
and the Real World slows down
It gets replaced with a flickering movie
The film reel goes round, showing everything,
My 2016 in a single story, our story,
And I smile,
Because that’s all that I needed,
I open my eyes and I hold her,
I see that everything will be alright,
I’ve faced sixteen stories alone,
But she’s taught me to smile,
Time stretches out,
And I smile
While the next story is flying by
At the speed of sound,
The last story feels like a mile,
And that's all that I needed.