I wish that fairytales were real

because that would mean that

dreams really do come true

just because you will them too

and patiently wait for them to happen

and everyone gets a happy ending,

even me.

But that's just not the case.

Love is a sham

and the more you believe in it,

the more you'll get hurt.

then again, if you don't believe in love,

the world reveals it's cold self,

and it's miserable living there,

but so is living in a constant state

where you believe that any day now

you're fairytale will come true

and your prince will finally love you.

Go ahead and pick you poison:

reality or an apple.