YOU FEEL ME?

My heart lacks the strings to play the music that is you! 
The metronome pendulum moves in a stilted rhythm 
While you ignite fires within me which rocks my very soul. 
There are rooms of experiences and memories 
In which my entry is not welcomed. You have secrets 
And a penchant for reconstructing existing circumstance. 
There is no largesse to be had with you. 
Liar!
Reaping your own deceptions storing them
To use against me... a sport you have perfected!
Purposely seeking sympathy masked in delusional fantasy 
From those you call friends…your personal army of angst.  
Your words strike me fisted…even the tender ones! 
Somehow it is a cruelty honed in barbs and curses 
Meant to bludgeon and create an epoch between us. 
Leave…find your justice in the woes you’ve bricked 
In among your complaints and sightless insights. 
I am no longer influenced by old memories of love. 
There is no need to try to penetrate the fiction 
Of what might have been; we are beyond storytelling. 
Our past no longer valid…our present corrupted 
And beyond rescue…you are not part of my future. 
My eyes are open… I see the subtlety of your inflicted hurt. 
I take me back from you… 
Bye, farewell, adios, duces and adieu! 
You feel me?