The true love I hold can't be lost again

I genuinely can't express myself in any other way, I wrote like 50 drafts trying to explain how much my boygirlfriend means to me and it all sounds like gibberish....

I need to learn how to talk without making it another essay yap sesh but for now I just continue posting poems that range from a few minutes to a few hours to write. (Also anything but the break work guys im not getting ts done anytime soon I'm so cooked, I'ma faillll).

This is something I might want feedback on, pls teach me how to talk I'm begging :<

For her, for us

there was a time

when my body wasn’t mine.

it was a currency,

a convenience,

a thing people took

without asking

and left hollow

when they were done.

i learned to disappear

while still standing there.

learned to fake warmth

with frozen skin,

to call it love

when it was anything but.

i was made small.

i was made silent.

i was made into something

i didn’t recognize.

and then 

her.

she didn’t take.

she stayed.

she saw me,

not just the outline

of what others wanted me to be.

she touched me like

i was made of meaning,

like every scar

had a story worth hearing,

like i was something soft

and fierce

and alive.

she makes the world quieter

when it screams,

makes my name sound like

a promise

instead of a warning.

with her,

i don’t have to disappear.

with her,

i am more than the history

etched into my skin.

i love her

in ways words won’t hold.

in quiet moments,

in laughter that feels like new air,

in the way she reminds me

there’s more ahead

than what’s behind.

i never want to lose this.

never want to lose her.

never want to wake up

in a world

where she isn’t the safe place

my heart runs to.

in a world 

where purple 

and green stripes

won't look beautiful

intertwined 

no matter what comes,

no matter how storms try

to tear at the edges of us —

i will fight for her,

for this,

for us.

because she saved me

without even trying.

because she made me

want to stay.

and even on the days

she can’t see herself clearly,

when her reflection feels

like a stranger,

i see her.

i see every beautiful,

aching, gentle,

brilliant part of her.

and she is perfect to me 

in every way

she thinks she isn’t.

i will continue to wear

all the little things

that matter the most.

tab around my neck,

strings with beads 

along my wrists.

in honor of that girl 

who lit up my world.