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Susanne Dec 2011
I'm going away
to the place where need and want
shake hands

they go out for dinner
get drunk off wine
discuss life and its meaning
need tells want
he loves her
want tells need
she loves him too

need leaves want

they meet again in 5 years
want has gained weight
need has a receding hairline

need tells want
i miss you
want tells need
i miss you
and then leaves

need follows want
for the rest of the story

That's where I'm headed.
Susanne Nov 2011
Next time
I wont have this job
You wont have that job

Next time
The distance
Between
“See you soon” and “welcome home”
Wont extend from here to there

Next time
We will stick around
Till last call
And till the call after that

Next time maybe just maybe
It’ll be your call
Your decision made
Phone rings
And maybe next time
I will answer with something
Other than just hello

Perhaps next time
The cloudiness of it
Will clear up
And we will see through
To the horizon, even to space

It’s possible that next time
If there ever were to be a next time
That next time
We could have some time

Well, maybe next time.
Susanne Nov 2011
How masochistic
To love someone
Who wont have you

It will never be
Not beacause we want different things
Not because you wont have it or I wont have it
It wont be
Because it just wont be

So do I sit and wait for something else?
Or do I focus on other things
Hoping that it’ll happen on its own?

But then
What if by focusing on other things,
I inadvertedly deprive myself of
having that one thing I’ve always wanted?

This thing I want
It cannot be
If just by the fact
That I want it
Someone else has to want it too
It’s a team effort

And maybe, because of this
Im better off doing things
Alone.
Maybe because of this
There is an I in team
There is a me
But there is no we
No us
No them
Just me

Maybe we do choose
Our own destiny
Maybe
We choose without intention
Maybe our destiny
Who and what will be
We choose not by choosing what we want
But by choosing our only option

And maybe our only option is to settle
Settle for the next best thing
Well why's it so wrong to expect the best
Save for being let down
Maybe all I have is the expectation for the best
Maybe the best can’t happen because I expect it

Maybe what the team needs is to stop expecting to win
And at the end of the game
The team looks at the me, the we, the us, the them

And realizes
Susanne Nov 2011
What could have been
Doesn’t fit into
What was
What could have been
Has lips
That kiss me on the forehead
After a night out
What could have been
Writes pages and pages
About what it felt like
And ignites them
With the flame from last night’s candle
What could have been
Downs that cup of tea
Because there’s just not enough
Time.
What could have been
Has roots deep in the ground.
They’ve been there since birth
And refuse to break loose
What could have been
Listens to a borrowed record
Which skips now
In the first few moments of the ******
What could have been
Remembers
It cannot be.
Susanne Oct 2011
I’ve had enough of today.
Unfulfilled plans: quota filled.
Smiles: check.
Yawns: been there, done that.
Through the motions
as usual.

I’ve had enough of today.
Tomorrow, you can arrive in a timely manner.
I give you permission.
I’m ready.
To do it again.
Just like they say:
Same ****, different day.
Susanne Oct 2011
I often wonder
What its like to
Wake up
Thinking about what’s next
Loving that day
That sun
For shining on this face
This face that will see
All the things
That that face will not

I often wonder
If who I am
What I am
Is because of who I was
What I was
Was I always what I am?

I often wonder
When I will stop this pattern
Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt.
Repeat.
I can’t right now.
I’m too busy working.

Too busy to notice.
That I just keep wondering.
That the grass grew last night
A little more than usual
That you went to bed
One minute earlier.
That you parked on the street this time.

I often wonder.
What it means to be
You.
Susanne Sep 2011
Wouldn’t it be nice if
You made a plan
Plan to meet me
Halfway between
Lets hang out
And lets make out
Make out and make up
Because we never really did
Make up

Wouldn’t it be nice if
You could stay out
Out of my mind
You run and my thoughts chase you
Thoughts are winning
But you’ll come in a close second
They’d put a red ribbon on your chest
But you wont stop running long enough

Wouldn’t it be nice if
I didn’t always write about you
Not like you write to me anyway
But once in a while
“Hihowareyoui’mfine.”
Such dull words
If you don’t like the taste
If you don’t like the way you feel
Spell it out
Spit it out

That would be nice.
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