Worthwhile until morning

Do my tears decay the sharp points of heartbreaking truths?
Because the more they drain the more I realise how sharp the points are.
In time, the wounds will heal; will I ever go in time?
You didn’t think so.
Things were going to fast for you, but I tried to speed up the slow progression,
So the happiness would over take the boredom,
Here is another sharp thought; will you get over me in the same pace as you did to love me?
I would prefer jumping off the cliff rather than just looking down,
And so do you, you giving me what I want?
This is a new experience to me.
Is this loss of appetite and difficulty to breathe intended?