Interfering with my rhyme scheme

You interfere with my rhyme scheme.

 I can no longer confide myself within walls of order. Like a poem; your love overflows. There are no lines and you begin to walk out, breaking all the metres. You stop at every point that should have forced you to, and there, you smile. You pass by, uncaring, to the next line. You leave out the imagery, spelling out things you should have hidden. You go on and it is getting even more disoriented. You step back, read it all, and try as you might to disassociate yourself from the poem you created.