Now you're a memory

You walked away with your eyes to the ground
You tried to make no single sound
But every move you made
Was one too much
With every step you take
I feel more pushed

Your breathing grew louder and went faster
At about that time you realised
you were becoming a disaster
I tried so hard to stop you
But you didn’t let me
You tried so hard to leave me
How could I let you?

Well, now your plan succeeded
But your doubt is stronger than your satisfaction
What are you really thinking these days
Cause it seems to me that your mind is exploding
Maybe you’re trying to find a new sentence
To explain how I can get my vengeance

So tell me why
You have put yourself through this horror
Explain why
You just had to leave
So tell me why
You needed to hurt me like that
I’ll tell you why I will do the things I’m about to do

I believe that there is no universal truth or understanding about the intent or meaning of a song or poem (even when the author provides their interpretation). The idea is not for the author to paint a perfect or complete picture, rather leave some room for the reader to interpret and do a little of the work to understand the author’s intent. Once it is released to the world, everyone receives it based on their experiences and beliefs. So take my (and others') comments with a "grain of salt".

Every artist searches for their individual style or pace. However, I found the pace/style of your poem difficult to follow. At times it is very traditionally structured and then it wanders about. Also, I generally cringe at repeated use of personal pronouns (although it has never seemed to hurt Phil Collins' career).

A "structured" opening of your poem would be:

You walked away with eyes to the ground
Struggling not to make a sound
With every movement, further you strayed
With every step, I feel pushed away.


However, it appears the style you wanted is more free-flowing, like...

You walked away, eyes to the ground
Committed to make no sound
Each distancing moment
Was one too many
Every step pushes me farther away

(The "jewel" of your poem is: "But your doubt is stronger than your satisfaction")