i am a blackness.
freedom.
inside this gray soul
an iron heart, not
waiting for release,
not tormented with
desire. in need
of self; i will not
substitute you
for me. i will not
put you in a place
that gives my life
a meaning. i will
not let you be
more important to me
than me.
valerie jaeger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woven-arms/
