What's wrong with me?

I pour my heart
take my time
On the ignored
poems of mine

I take 5 minutes
just write some lines
They trend so quickly
these nonsense poems

Unrefined

Speed
The rapidity in moving or proceeding
Swiftness
Rate of motion or progress
Full
MAXIMUM
Optimum rate of motion

It’s all been SO fast
We've made SO much progress
In SO VERY little time
This is our *optimal rate of *motion

6 months
181 days
4344 hours
15638400 seconds
Our season of love thus far

Countless kisses
Hundreds of pricele$$ moments
ENDLESS “I love you”s
And it only goes on from here

I can’t wait to see it  A L L
to breathe in every moment
to feel every luscious touch
to taste every sweet kiss
to hear every way you say my name, like no one else does

SO stick around
Let us watch this relationship
Blossom, progress, grow,
Speed
Together, *my love

Time is the hours, minutes, and seconds
that constantly change and only move forward.
Time is a period shared among people
filled with moments of sorrow
filled with moments of freedom
filled with moments of joy
filled with moments we wish to be in
again.
In sorrow, time can have an immense weight,
that we carry,
up a hill.
Time can ****.
In joy, time is a feather,
it flies away,
goes unnoticed,
quick and gone,
all done.
In most moments time seems to
give the rough and take the sweet.
But there are times
when time is not existent.
All is still,
I breathe in
and appreciate all that is right and wrong
I breathe out
and then, time goes on.

The unpredictable hour of ebony arrives.
No choice have I but to sustain my absence from my affairs
Till the vastly capricious moment of inconvenience fades.

Pardon the insecurities. It's just they're nothing new to me. But I trust you so I know there's nothing bad you would do to me. Baby there's no one see, with who I'd rather be. So when I say I love you never doubt the sincerity. You mean the world to me, I mean that honestly. Because to tell the truth you're the only one able to sweep me off my feet. You can take everything, but it's a little bit. The most valuable belonging you can have is my heart, and for you it beats.

If this is all I have to wake up to; I rather not waste my time dreaming.

The best is the worst.
The worst is the best.

The pain is the most healing.
The most healing is the pain.

The disappointing is the satisfactory.
The satisfactory is the disappointing.

The love is the heartbreak.
The heartbreak is the love.

The young are the old.
The old are the young.

But, most of all,
the everything is the nothing
and the nothing is the everything.

I've always kept this parachute.
This protective layer surrounding me.
Catching me as I fall, and keeping me safe from harm.

But now there's you-
Every minute we spend together pokes a hole in my parachute.
Each hole representing such a happy memory.
A poke for every laugh
For every soft word whispered
For every time I watched your eyes crinkle with that cute smile of yours.

So many holes- my parachute is starting to fail me.
I'm going defenseless.
You're destroying that protective layer.
I'm going into a free fall-

It's the most thrilling ride of all
And I could not be happier.

i know what it means
when you say you're not ready
i know how you feel
when you want to go steady
yet lately i'm feeling
i'm living a lie
i am waiting in silence
whilst trying to get by
on the whisperings of romance
the blurs in my head
maybe i'm what is missing
maybe you're what i dread