Can I have your world too?

I have your heart but I do not fit in your world. It is sad and agonizing to realize that I may be living in a fairytale when tears are hidden in the darkness of the pillows. I got your heart but not the world where you live. True, it is a gamble, it is a risk. I swallowed them all. Can't you? Bittersweet but yes, it is reality. A slap may be good to let me end my wander in this what I thought happiness.

Can I consider it as being unfair? Selfish? Or am I the one? Insecure, perhaps. Begging, yes. All I wish is to step in your world. This is empty yearning that I know too well will never happen. Again, can you risk? Can you gamble? Or, can I fit in?

A lot of questions, always, well, in this life when questions are more than answers. Where answers are vague but one just has to swallow everything. It hurts, it is killing me. And, until when should I bear this? Too uncertain, maybe, until such time that I can have my someone who will let me own his world too.