I Told Myself That I'd Regret It In The Morning, But I Knew That Was A Lie Poem by sammi ama

He says "Thank you"
but I didn't do it for him;
I did it for me.

"I've never felt so safe in the dark"

must be my favorite combination of words
because I keep replaying them
over and over
in my head
as I remember loving the way
the darkness hugged us
as his hands massaged my hips.
Then the sun began to creep through the closed blinds
and seeing his hazy gaze
made me beautiful for more than a moment.

I forgot he's afraid of the dark;
he forgot I appreciate the night.

"I like seeing your goosebumps"
he says softly,
almost breathlessly
as his hands trace miles of me.

My friend had made a comment earlier
about how tender his touch was
and I couldn't agree more.

I never thought vulnerability
could be so beautiful.
I never knew my biggest fear
would be the only comfort I would accept.

I always thought I would wait for love.
Now I know it has nothing to do with love;
it's all about comfort and trust.