Rose Colored Mirror
I realized that I saw myself more like the way he saw me.
The way that my imperfections didn’t exist.
How the things I hated about myself
Were beautiful
How the parts of me I never noticed
Were perfect
He would whisper my dreams into my ears in the night
Until the moonlight faded
How do I wash words like that away
Without feeling imperfect all over again.
I loved that carved image more than me.
But it was never real.
It was all just words from the part of his mind
That loved me the least.
Kimberly Te is a Cambodian American video producer and filmmaker raised in Northern Virginia and currently based in NYC. Instagram: @Kooliokookie & Twitter: @Kooliokookie