Truth.

the people who reserve only fractions for you;
corners of their hearts.
those people are just mysteries.
they are anticipation.
they have no substance.
in fact,
they aren't even real.

like fairy tales,
they give you nothing valid or true
so all you can do is imagine
and that imagery
is better than fact.
it is more than the truth of that person
could ever be.

i hope that we don't waste our love on a fairytale;
on an artificial thing.
hope we don't sacrifice our reality
for pretending.

for who wants to be in a corner
when they could be someone's world?