In Order
If I could just
clean this house
I wouldn’t need you
to distract me
from what I’ve
mastered not seeing.
The mess is mine
the dishes, the dust,
the undone days.
I could look at it all,
and do something with it,
anything hard
that isn’t for you.
I could turn to the mirror,
and not call it a window.
I could exist
without needing
to see myself
in your eyes.
Maybe then someone
could actually
know me.
©Just Kayla, 2025
Those last three lines are powerful! I felt them so much 💯. Great poem.
This hits so deeply the way you capture that tension between our own unfinished work and the way we seek validation in someone else’s gaze. The honesty here is sharp and real.✨