You make me cry, sometimes.

You don’t deny me a hug when I need it.

You don’t lash out words of anger when I become frustrating.

You don’t miss a chance to give me a kiss to bring that smile you love on my face.

You don’t get tired of many things that I do.

You always assure me.

You always say you are there for me.

And you usually are..

You are always patient with me.

You somehow know how to fix me.

That’s why sometimes, you make me cry.

You are good to me. You are very good to me. 

-WaruguruWangeci 

Quote  —  Posted: June 18, 2017 in poetry
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She told me she felt lonely.

That her world had suddenly become smaller.

It was a small world, a perfect little small world. With him.

But it had become smaller.

He had made her feel comfortable.

He had hugged her so tight and whispered words so right.

She had become vulnerable.

She had let her guard down.

She had depended on him, fully.

To be her strength. To listen to her. To wipe away her tears.

You see, in her life, she had always been different. Odd. 

She didn’t know her way around people,friendships. 

She had always been alone.

It must have given her the ability to empathize enough.

Her few friends cherished her advice

The same friends had advised her to open up to them as well.

It was hard.

It was so hard. 

She had tried before. She had been disappointed. She had resigned. 

She said she had always been in need though.

That she longed for a time when a soul would listen to her. Empathize. 

She had wished for someone to be her friend. The kind of friend she had been to her friends. The kind that listens then gives them their opinion. Their thoughts.

He had to be that person. He had to be. 

He was almost like her. So she figured he had to be. It was only natural.

But her world become smaller.

She had tried to talk to him. She had been jovial to the idea of a friend who would listen. Empathize.

She had laid out her heart. Severally.

She had made a mistake.

She had assumed he was that friend.

She had not asked if he was. How is that question asked?

He had disappointed her.

He had shut her out.

He had ignored her.

He had deflated her world.

How could she laugh the same?

Smile the same?

Cherish the same?

When the most delicate part of her had been stomped

By him.

How could she accept those hugs, that happy? If they were going to feel different, how could she live with this?

I told her time changes things

She told me that this life, to her, was a big big endless party. To her, he had been the best partner to dance

But her world had become smaller

And she was back at it again.

The wallflower.

At this party. 

Always the wallflower. 

Quote  —  Posted: June 6, 2017 in poetry
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I don’t even like people

I don’t like fitting in.

I don’t like answering questions.

I don’t even like small talk.

I don’t like the fake laughter,smiles.

I don’t like being bothered. 

I however do like something.

I like peeking into brains. 

Finding all the beauty that lies in unprovoked lines of thought

I like peeking into your brain

Am curious. Intrigued.

I don’t like other people.

I like you.

I want to answer your questions.

I want to laugh and smile and talk with you.

I want to show you my brain. It’s incredible.

Sometimes..

I bring it up, desperately.

When you are to cover what everyone would have input if I let them in..

When you are to fill all that gap..

It ends up downhill.

It’s not fair.

To you

To me. Maybe.

When I want to peek in your brain, let me. I love brains. I love your brain. How can I tell you I only like you? I only let you? 

Will you understand?

Show me your brain,  I will show you mine. The right way. I promise. No more downhill.

I get impatient when am around people.I can’t wait to be alone.

I get impatient when am alone, I can’t wait to be with you.

-WaruguruWangeci

Quote  —  Posted: June 4, 2017 in poetry
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You can’t say it anymore

How can you?

When it ends up looking needy

Insecure maybe

You become numb

Though you hate it

You know it’s all you got 

Quote  —  Posted: April 9, 2017 in Loner, poetry

Sometimes,

The monster dies at the end of the last chapter of the story. 

Sometimes,

A new book is full of Angels with happy endings
Sometimes,

The end of one story is completely different from the beginning of another.

-WaruguruWachira 

Quote  —  Posted: March 20, 2017 in poetry

Battles

Posted: March 10, 2017 in love, soul
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I wanted to cry

To run away

To hide

I wanted to give up

To turn away

To quit

Then a beautiful truth dawned

That I love you more than I could possibly imagine

That you are my beautiful flower and I need your beautiful petals to purify my eyes

I need your amazing scent to refresh my soul

I went to battle for a fight that didn’t make me happy

I fought it with only one kind of ammunition, love

I was scared

I was afraid

I was unsure

The echo of your words made me strong

Your assurance gave me hope

So I fought

I forgot all my fears

I remembered the strength that is carved in my DNA 

And though I don’t know what happens next

I just wish you will be holding my hand at the end of the road

WaruguruWangeci 

Mi flor

Posted: September 20, 2016 in love
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I kiss the flower in my hand

Deeply…

Whose roots are in my heart

And petals in my smile

Darling,

Your eyes are full of kindness

And care

And peace

Dear darling,

You are my flower

So beautiful 

And a scent so sweet

Blossom in me

Am in desperate need

-WaruguruWangeci