To be blown off,
Is like letting the air out of a balloon.
It squelches,
As it empties itself of its contents.
Just as you squelch,
When you blow that hot air at me,
Into my face.
I’m tired of half-truths,
I’m tired of being ignored.
I should be indignant,
At being treated this way.
But beautifully, you smile,
And melt my rock hard anger.
No more heat.
I turn on my personal cooling system.
I will compact.
My sand beats into sediment,
My magma cools to a stone.
I am a diamond, I am onyx,
I am a precious jewel.
You cannot melt me now –
I am too valuable,
And too good –
For you.
