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Jul 25 · 32
Let Me
Let me hold your hand
         and kiss the tips of your fingers.

Let me tell you how beautiful
         your shadow is next to mine.

Let me caress you cheek,
         and tell me every thought that lingers.

Let me be your safe space
         you settle into at night.

Let me feel your brow
         pressed against my lips.

Let me sing to you
         from my soft-spoken heart.

Let me feel your touch
         always on my skin

So my love for you lingers
         even when we're apart.



                                                                                              Let Me.
Jul 25 · 20
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come be my midnight muse
let me love you to the bone
Dec 2020 · 88
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Marissa Calderon Dec 2020
fall in love with strangers on the subway
and watch as they leave without even a whisper of goodbye.
don't cry dear.
this is not the first time you'll learn to let love go.
Dec 2020 · 62
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Marissa Calderon Dec 2020
Stagnant in our bodies
while the world around us changed,
and we stayed the same.
Jul 2020 · 53
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Marissa Calderon Jul 2020
I have a secret to share with you.



The pain will go away when it's done teaching,
Jul 2020 · 59
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Marissa Calderon Jul 2020
I'd rather listen to your story than attend your funeral.
Jul 2020 · 57
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Marissa Calderon Jul 2020
Life is not breathing. It's the moments that take your breath away,
Marissa Calderon Jun 2020
I want to be hopelessly in love with someone.
And I know, I'm probably not destined to be anything more than a friend to anyone, but I can't stop making up scenarios in my head in which someone, someday would love me back.
I get it if I'm not supposed to have that.
God knows I'm messed up in all the wrong places,
but I know this haphazard heart of mine could love someone.
I could love someone so purely and raw.
I could if given the chance!

...will someone give me the chance?
Jun 2020 · 75
Pay attention.
Marissa Calderon Jun 2020
LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO DESERVE.
Jun 2020 · 45
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Marissa Calderon Jun 2020
All it takes is one second... and it's a lifetime.
Jun 2020 · 48
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Marissa Calderon Jun 2020
Forgive me.

I am still learning to love the parts of myself no one claps for.
Aug 2019 · 113
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Marissa Calderon Aug 2019
Their words were engraved in my brain like a tattoo.

Permanent and, on occasions, regretful.
Aug 2019 · 129
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Marissa Calderon Aug 2019
The people in her life have perfected this song and dance.
They paint pictures of the lives they want,
perfect with no imperfections or blemishes,
and put it on display for all to see.

But not she.

No.

She didn't pretend to be happy.
She didn't pretend that she wasn't in pain.
She just hurt out loud and hoped somebody was listening.
Aug 2019 · 529
Implode
Marissa Calderon Aug 2019
A relationship with me is much like stepping on a grenade.


Thrilling, terrifying. and bound to implode.


So, if I find another great love,
I will not ask them to grow old with me.


I will ask them to

implode

with me.
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Jan 2019 · 227
Paradox
Marissa Calderon Jan 2019
I should warn you about me...
I am a oddity of sorts.
I am deathly quiet,
except upon occasions that I am loud.
I am dumb,
unless I choose to be witty,
and I am the most single romantic.
I wrap my anger in peace,
and store it alongside envy and hope.
I hate myself,
but no one can ever love me more.
I am hideously beautiful,
and I hate to love,
but love to hate.
I am a conflicted contradiction,
and we will fall in love
until I realize that I am afraid of heights,
and so I will walk away as I crawl back to you.
Forgive me, my love, for being this way.
Just as I accept things for the way they are,
I can't seem to stay the same.
So I change.

I am a paradox.
Nov 2018 · 155
Sometimes
Marissa Calderon Nov 2018
Sometimes I want there to be so much noise
I can't hear my own thoughts.
I want it to be so loud
it finally covers the sounds of my own screams.

Sometimes I want the noise to disappear
into a void of nothingness.
I want to drown the silence slowly
and let it consume me
until nothing remains.

Sometimes I want to hear nothing
and everything
at once.
I want it to overwhelm me,
to take over everything and have full control.
Let me hear my own thoughts
just enough to know they're there,
but not enough to understand them.

Sometimes I want things that can never happen.

Sometimes.
Nov 2018 · 110
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Marissa Calderon Nov 2018
I might never forgive the Universe for hurting you so badly.
For putting you through that pain.
But I promise you didn't go through all that for nothing.
You won't die in vain.

You have survived your life everyday up to this point,
recognize it as a blessing.
God is using you in ways we may never understand,
you may very well be someone's life lesson.

Love who you want and be who you choose.
Do everything you'd ever wanted to.
Don't hold back from fear, no,
use is as determination and push through.

I know that my time with you is limited,
your end is drawing near.
But I try not to think about it,
because then all the emotions come out.
Love, sadness, anger, fear.

I love you Nana,
until your very last breath.
Please keep looking after us
even after death.

I'll look to the sky when I talk to you,
and think of you when I see butterfly's.
Because just like them, you'll have a pair of wings.
But like the angels, you'll fly.

I promise to always hold you close to me,
to keep you near.
I love you Nana,
I'll remember you for all my years.
Nov 2018 · 262
Insomniac
Marissa Calderon Nov 2018
Maybe people aren't 'sick' because they can't sleep
maybe they're just sad
because in order to sleep, you must have some type of peace
and we no longer have that anymore
If I offended you in any way, I am so terribly sorry and I can take it down. Sleep well beautiful people.
Nov 2018 · 110
Untitled #29
Marissa Calderon Nov 2018
My veins fill,
not with blood,
but with greed
and desire
to love
and be loved
in return
Nov 2018 · 165
Dear mother,
Marissa Calderon Nov 2018
at first, I just wanted you to care

but then I got greedy

and I wanted you to love me
Oct 2018 · 116
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Marissa Calderon Oct 2018
and that was how you left

the lights were still on and the
bed left unmade while the tv
played reruns of some old show
in the background your clothes
scattered the ground like leaves
in autumn and now I realize that's
how you wanted to leave like you
never left

but you did

and you haven't been back since
Oct 2018 · 143
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Marissa Calderon Oct 2018
Even though he's gone, he's not.
He's everything.
He is the city lights talking in morse code,
flickering on and off at different intervals.
He is the song playing on the radio that you love
so much, but it will always hurt to hear.
He is the tap-tap-tapping of your pen when you're bored in
class and your pen knocks on the table like a palpitating heartbeat.
He is the slight breeze when you're stuck in a summer haze,
and the chilly bite of cold raindrops on your face.
He will never be gone, in any sense of the word.
But he is gone, now.
Oct 2018 · 72
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Marissa Calderon Oct 2018
And perhaps
the reason we cherish photos so much
is because they never change
even when the people in them do,
and that is truly beautiful
Oct 2018 · 549
Oxygen
Marissa Calderon Oct 2018
so what happens
when the person who was your oxygen
cuts off your air supply.


well
you wait
and gasp for air where there is none
and then you die.
Oct 2018 · 435
Actress
Marissa Calderon Oct 2018
I'm just an actress who
got really good at

being on today
Feb 2018 · 163
I miss you
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
I miss you

I miss your smile
and your eyes
and your hugs
and your hands

gosh.. I miss you

and it ***** that you're gone
because your kids miss you
and your mom
and your sisters
and your family

we all miss you

and it hurts to think of you while you're in that place
cold
gloomy
sad
depressing
no sunshine

The last time I seen you
you were there
pale
there was no warmth in your eyes
until you seen us
and then it was there

love
happiness
...
hope

and when we left I seen it drain
and all I felt was
hurt
anger
and fear

I was hurting
because I miss you, so utterly bad

I had anger
because I knew you had to stay in that place

I had fear
because how were you supposed to live in that place any longer

you weren't you
you were just a silhouette of the person you once were

and I hate that

because I miss you

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


I love you Bubba
I miss you
Feb 2018 · 129
Artists
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Do not fall in love with an artists

because they will draw stems where your veins used to be

and flowers will grow in your lungs

and although it is so beautiful to see

It hurts, so bad, to breath

Because with flowers

and plants

comes weeds




and weeds ****.
Feb 2018 · 138
Fragile
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
They say that girls are fragile
like a flower.

That's just not true.

Yes, we are fragile.



Like a bomb.
I
Feb 2018 · 109
Untitled #1
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
I was quiet
but I was not blind.
And although I couldn't see inside their mind,
I knew there was a riot,
there was chaos
and destruction
I could not funtion
I was at a loss.
I'm sorry for the title, but I could not think of anything to name it.
Feb 2018 · 199
The Dragon
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Don't fashion me into a damsel in distress
that needs saving from a 'prince charming'
because I am not that girl.

I am the girl that carries her own **** self.
I don't need a man to save me from the dragon,
I am the dragon,

and I will eat you whole.
Feb 2018 · 145
There
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
I am but a run down person in search of myself.

I will go through many tribulations trying to get there.

Where 'there' is, I don't know.

But I will know when I find it.

And I hope it's beautiful.
Feb 2018 · 118
Love a girl
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Love a girl who reads
and love a girl who writes.
Love a girl who lives in books,
their words are her disguise.

Kiss her black-inked fingers,
forgive her for the pages they marked.
Memorize her words written with a burning passion,
the fire in her heart.

Remember the way she grasped her pen
and the way she played with her hair.
Keep those memories in your soul,
take them with you everywhere.
Feb 2018 · 107
Books
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Books bring a connection between my imagination and me. Speaking of lands I've never seen before, things that only exist in dreams. Tales of lost boys, and people that fly. Teens who fall in love until one of them dies. Time travel, fairies, super powers and more! They bring things to life, a day dreamers galore. Books are my getaway, a personal place for me. They meet somewhere between reality and all we've ever dreamed.
Feb 2018 · 156
10/10/16
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
I'm lacking sensitivity,
there is no pain.
All of my emotions
have been drained.

Happiness lost.
Anger? No more.
But my heart is broken,
sprawled out on the floor.

You came so quickly
and left too soon.
Poor little angel,
you didn't have time to bloom.

But "Thy will be done",
yes that's true,
but it hurts that I
never got to know you.

AJ or Natalia
I'll remember you for years,
and I will cry for you
with silent tears.
Feb 2018 · 107
Another face
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Attracted to your body,
in love with your mind,
touched by your soul,
but forbid by time.

So lonely, so stressed
and yes I'm depressed.
I'm just a teenage girl
corrupted by the world.

You don't love me as I love you,
that's just the truth
because my heart cries for you, so loud,
but.. I'm just another face in the crowd.
Feb 2018 · 89
Earth Angel
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
One day years ago, heaven called
a special earth angel to the sky.
It's been 16 years
and I still wonder why.

Big brother,
we never got the chance to meet
but without a doubt
I still love you.

You'll always be
my motivation
and I'll never put
anyone above you.

Just the thought of you watching
me from above makes me smile.
I haven't smiled this hard
in a while.

It's hard to smile knowing you
aren't here to celebrate too,
but the only reason I'm smiling
is because of you.

I love you.
Feb 2018 · 108
Flower
Marissa Calderon Feb 2018
Have you ever loved a flower
and the scent of her perfume
and you fell in love with her petals
as you watched her slowly bloom.

Have you ever watched her dance
as she sways in the wind
and the dew from the morning
lay on her stem.

Have you ever missed her
on those long nights alone
so you call to her at dawn
and tell her to come home.

Have you ever loved a flower
even as she aged
and you watch her beauty die
as she withers away.

— The End —