Fever doesn't care.
She lands, tucks her wings
In and gently kisses
Beads onto the foreheads
Of children and soldiers
Alike.

I rest against a cool
Breeze, hard hat and hammer
On the concrete by my
Feet.
Back wet, muscles and joints
Ache.

I could feel sorry for
Myself, but find comfort in
The thought that somewhere
Out there,
A toddler's mother touches
Sleeping skin with a

Nervous wrist
And whispers
Into the room
Relieved.
*It's gone
Down.

They say,
"Love is in the arms of the beholder."
So I built a home
Within the marrow of your bones
With your soul
As the fireplace.

People die for love,

I stay alive

For her.

this moment only existed in novels.

the kind of novels that make people question if this kind of love exist.
many search their entire lives for this moment,
but here I am.
here you are.
here we are.
together.

Had I told the stars
What I felt for you,
They would fall
One by one
And follow me.

Art is not meant to be looked at.

It's meant to be lived.

Ocean breath and salty lips,
We kissed the wounds that were carved into our skin,
And it burned.
We're swimming in an ocean we have never swam in before
And the farther we swim,
The longer we swim,
We will become free.
Free from everything that was latched onto us before we met.
They will call for us.
Scream for us.
Cry for us,
But we will swim,
Swim,
And swim.

So let's go.

They can have the world,

when I am with you,

the world doesn't exist.

There is something about your sweet,
gentle smile
that warms me up in a way
the sun can not.

They will tell you that it is the purest thing you can be, because you are born with an innocence that is meant to be savored until you find your one true love, your soul mate.
But that doesn't always happen.
Because sometimes in life you can't help the way you feel about someone, even though you're only 16. And it wasn't  even love you were looking for. Sometimes all we want is to feel another warm body against ours, making us feel safe, secure, and alive. We want them lusting and craving every inch. Even if it means not having them help you get dressed afterwards, sometimes all we want is just a blissful time.
Sometimes life is unexpected, and for some of us, whether we wanted to or not, had the only thing that we could call ours taken away from us. The one thing we were saving for our first love was gone. Because sometimes life is just too cruel and we aren't strong enough to fight back. We were the unfortunate ones.
But sometimes we're lucky. And we find that person who makes life worth it. We meet them at a concert, they compliment you and you aren't really sure wether it was sincere until they show sincerity. You go out for coffee and talk all night about your dreams and aspirations. And in less than one week you knew they were the one. The one who would undress your thoughts and spread your heart apart to see and hold you in a state of vulnerability.  They would set your body on fire by the way they told you "I love you",  and an ****** was the warmth that ran through your body when you embraced. Because sometimes, losing your virginity doesn't mean having ***, but having someone see you at your most insecure moments and still find you beautiful as they make love your mind and soul.