The Daughter of a Man Ch1I met Tristan on one of my visits to upstate New York. He was a volunteer at the recreational center where I spent most of my summer vacation. There were tons of kids my age at the center, but even more teenagers. I was lumped in with the "ten and under" crowd, so it was decided that I needed a "buddy."I watched dejectedly as the big kids partnered up with their little brothers or sisters or cousins. They all lived there year-round and everybody knew everybody else. . . except me. I daydreamed about older siblings and having my own "buddy.""Teagan!" From her tone, I could tell that is was not the first time that Mrs. Gram had said my name."Yes, ma'am?" I had learned very early on to respect my elders."Tristan here is going to be your buddy. Is that alright with you, young lady?"Turning, I gazed curiously at the boy in question. He looked to be about sixteen or so with dark brown hair slightly longer than present fashion, hanging over his eyes.In all of my memories of him, that's
BrokenI've always been wild,No one's ever broken me.I'm a great mustang,So strong and so free.I'm not saying thatNone have tried.Many have come,And left when they cried.They gave me their all,And I threw it away.I knew that they'd allGain it back someday.Then you came,And my defenses fell.You didn't even try,And you made my life hellI tried not to give,But you pulled me in.And besides, when I saw you,My will was too thin.It's a little ironic.Kinda like deija vu.Except I replaced them,And was replace by you.And you know what's the worst?You don't even know.You're too busy with herTo see this great show.It hurts me so much.Like a knife straight through me.Because now I'm in love.I'm not strong, I'm not free.The best thing is,I hate you, I do.I tell my self that,But I know it's not true.I know how they felt,And I'm real sorry now.Because I told themThey'd all be fine somehow.But I won't.I'll never be okay.Because you broke my heartIn less than a day.
Peek-A-BooI see you,Do you see me?With eyes of gold,Filled with glee?A tinkling laugh,At the smallest words.It makes me laughSo much it hurts.Now I'm here,Now I'm gone.We've been sitting here,For so very long.But you don't careAnd neither do I.You laugh again,And I almost cry.I miss that time.Where did you go?It feels as ifLife's going too slow.Sometimes I think,If I close my eyes,You'll be there again,Full of giggles and sighs.But deep down I know,That no matter what I do,I can't bring you back,Because life's not like peek-a-boo.