Last nights chaos

Retrospect bites my dust
In retrospect and conclusion it was for the best.
I can shake fists and shed tears but the bottom line is always the same.
Feelings can’t be forced nor can they be forged.
Still I’m shaking fists, still tears are pushing the limits of my patience.
A steel façade no longer can be held, the welling tears are breaking an entry.

In retrospect and conclusion it was for the best.
“was for the best” like my mother would consol me on a rainy day.
But best isn’t good enough. I want hard and painful infatuation.
How can this be the best when my heart aches for the love you’re not responding with.