M.I.A Poem by Angelica Ortiz

You've made your point and now it's clear.
Don’t say I misunderstood.

I’m not yours to begin with,
But we'll continue to pretend, and fool the rats and gold,
To say what we have that we wish we could have
Is each other.
As we go about shouting with glee, at the end of night
We sit alone without one another and just
Wonder and ponder if this is or if this is not
For we had no clue but to continue to pretend...

It’s the question we dare not to answer.
But who are we hurting? As the days go by
Do we skip the year? Or should we sit down have a cup of tea?

I know you've made your point but did you know that you made your own?
Let’s not get misunderstood,
You’re not mine to begin with,
And though we all wish the pretend was the unpretending,
And we continue to wish we were the truth...
But are we being the truth? Or are we just living what we wish could be the truth?
We mind as well be it but we're too afraid to ask.

I'm getting exhausted but I’m not going to leave you beside the empty seat
We must spread the butter on the toast.


P.S.

Just for a week or two
I’m going to be

Missing
In
Action