Broken Love

In the quiet of my restless mind, I wrestle with what they say. They say he's a bad person, but I disagree, For in him, I saw kindness and empathy. Three months of love, now tangled in doubt, I question myself, what I'm without. They paint his laughter in shades of dark, But in my heart, it left a mark. His touch, once gentle, now clouded by blame, Yet memories linger of a burning flame. We dreamed of a future, so bright and clear, Now shattered hopes, I'm filled with fear. They label him with words unkind, But in his eyes, warmth I did find. A love that blossomed, then met its end, Leaving me to mourn and comprehend. Though others judge, I hold onto what I knew, In his imperfections, love still grew. I search for solace amidst the storm, For peace and healing to transform. I'm sorry for the pain we both endured, For the love that faded, feelings obscured. In the echoes of what once was true, I find strength in memories of you.