Tell Me.... (Edited)

Tell me something heartfelt and fair.
Tell me something kind,
something from the nature of care,
something in itself
not something glittery
broadcasted on air.

Tell me something warm,
something true hearts could only share,

an oases
in this desert of human,
in the gamut of this inhuman farm,
this jungle of jagged thorns and harm,
in this dominance of freezing ice,
these congealed cubes of masks
all brimful of oomph and charms.

Tell me something nice,
something free,
something worthy of my cries,
something not tagged by,
a selling price.

Don’t look at my eyes
like I do not exist,
or our heart, our truth
is just a bunch of lies,
or our love was never palpitating,
it
only was an embellishing advertise,
a snowman,
melting beneath
all
its disguise,

ignore that I am like a feather
there
weightless as aether
waltzing with your senses,
unraveled
on the fingertip of air,
an alien
which your eyes
ceaselessly
ostracize,

a dress that you wear and tear,
a dummy,
a scarecrow over there,
oscillating uselessly on
a broken
rocking
chair.