“You think I write all these love poems for an ex I should have never been with, but one day you’ll realize I wrote them all for you…”
❤️ Chelsea Ciará
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
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
And I vowed to never allow myself to settle again
Because everyday I pretended you loved me
Was another day I spent hating myself
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,
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 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.
Don’t be the kind of person,
who changes yourself,
just to fit into a mold
of what you think I want you to be.
You’ll hate me for it.
If I wanted something else,
you wouldn’t be here.
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.