Let me remind you that a good morning text does not do you justice

There are 1,440 minutes in a day

Which gives me…

1,440 chances to tell you just how much you mean to me

I want to be the kind of woman, that gives you more than just words

I respect you enough to know you deserve actions

And that you retired empty promises to your last relationship

So it would be unkind of me to disappoint you again

I say I’m worthy…

But you don’t believe in things you can’t see

So here I am, ready to build

It’s Day One…

Action One, out of  1,440

Multiply that by every day that we shall live

And only then will you know…

Just how much you mean to me.


– Chelsea Ciará

Self Love

I realized I needed to forgive myself

For not loving me enough when I was with you

I was too busy trying not to be selfish

So I waited around for you to fix your broken pieces

And hoped you’d learn how to love me

I found out the hard way

That a heart can’t be held together with

Gorilla glue and duct tape

And that these cracks only open wider

The longer we pretend

So today I learned the importance of

 Self Love 

And I vowed to never allow myself to settle again

Because everyday I pretended you loved me

Was another day I spent hating myself


  • Chelsea Ciará

Happy To Disappoint You

If you’re expecting me to be like your last relationship…

I’m happy to disappoint you.

You’re used to going to bed angry,

And waking up without a “Good Morning” text

You never had the little things that matter


Someone asking if you’ve eaten today

Or calling just to check in

And you never got flowers, or fruit, or candy…

Just because it’s Tuesday.

You never fell asleep on the phone,

And had someone stay up all night, just to make sure you were breathing

And you’ve never heard of someone wanting to see you smile,

Every day…

Just because they’re so in love with the curve of your lips

You know nothing about real love,

And everything about what’s fake.

You know arguments that end in tears

And weekends stuck in bed from feeling heartbroken

You know what it’s like to be cheated on

And lied to

And manipulated

And you’ve never had someone take care of you.

You never got breakfast in bed

Or had someone rub your back after a nightmare

And you never experienced a passion, so deep…

That it nearly brought you to tears

You never had someone wipe the sweat from your forehead when you’re sick

And you never had someone say…

“Text me when you get home…”

“Just so I know you made it there safe”

You never saw the sun rise, and the moon set…

Because you were always too busy chasing shadows

So when you say you never had anyone like me…

I’m happy to disappoint you.


Chelsea Ciará

First blog post

Hi, and welcome to my new blog! This page contains a collection of poems and thoughts written by me, Chelsea Ciará. I wanted to create a space where I could be free to write about love, random ideas, and also be open to discuss my personal thoughts/struggles with depression.

Mental Health is a topic many people have been afraid to speak about, for many different reasons. As a person who deals with depression firsthand, I can understand why people choose to cope in silence rather than seek professional health. We’re often called crazy, judged by our peers, and are even misunderstood. In order to break out of my shell I decided to share my experiences, and also hope that others will feel comfortable enough to share their stories as well.