there used to be a poem about love here

Something more experimental, mostly looking for criticisms on this one, it's a bit more rough around the edges than most of the others I post

A thousand, billion colors run through my veins

But I'm only showing red

So I'm sorry

if that's the only color you can associate me

But I want you to remember forever

Because I live in a world where I'm left,

writing things that are two sizes too small

So I can try to make it about you

When I have so much to say

But it's only for you

And I'm sorry that I seem selfish

But I only want to please you

And I'm sorry that I can't put these words in my mouth

But It's trapped and numbed in your infatuation

So I'm sorry I'm only me

I'm sorry I'm not awash in the personality of someone much better

So I'm sorry but I think I hate you

I hate you forgetting me when I'm around

Making me a skeleton in your closet

That skeleton that doesn't quite fit you

How could my mouth say this when

You vandalize my brain and leave me with nothing to say

Stabbing at me because

I never rhyme my thoughts

Because I'm too sour or dour

That's because I'm still in your power

Trapped in your tower 

In there with no willpower

Because I'm some kind of wallflower

So I'm trying to scour

Say something with staying power

But the only thing that's going to happen

Is that you're going to devour

Devour this whole wretched half hour

And take me back to the entrapment of your delight

So I'm sorry

I just wanna get closer to dying already

I've been here too long

You left my soul withered

And I have no images for that

Because this isn't poetry

It's just some regrets strung between words