Everytime I remember the things I did, I really feel so "SMALL"

But I learn....

"You Did Let me feel so small before, but its gonna happen no more"

"But I am the man who has a word, and still Bounded with the promise I made Before"

it's weird how you slowly start collecting parts of someone you're with
how you merge into a world that you didn't know existed before you met them
how everyone has their own world, histories, ghosts
you collect the names and faces of their personal population
knowledge about their deepest thoughts, desires, fears
collecting all of the shared moments for your internal scrapbook
and even their objects: various clothes, dvds, furniture
you collect new songs that you've never heard before, and their gifts, letters, greeting cards
you don't even seem to notice this happening as it becomes so natural to adapt to their world
it's new and exciting and you throw yourself inside so easily, gracefully
and when it doesn't work out after immersing yourself completely
everything shatters and you wonder how you ended up there to begin with
then you find yourself with all these mementos from it, and don't know how they fit now
your personal world was changed because of their world
you have to pull the threads from the veil that's been over your eyes
it's one of the more difficult things in life, removing yourself from an old reality
it haunts you like a town long abandoned but you know better than to ever go back.

Sometimes life never seems to follow a plan,
At the times you least expect it someone new comes in.
You thought you had it mapped, had figured it out,
Then this someone new starts to pull your attention something more,
And all you can do is scrap those old plans and throw them out,
Beginning again, one step at a time, one foot then the other down on the floor.
Time to readjust and replan just how things should go,
To see how life goes and see if she means anything,
To see if shes meant to be, if its meant to be more.
Lets roll with this just one step at a time,
And find out what you really mean to me.

In the hazes of a distant dream land
I see you
Shrouded in the hearts of dreary dawns
Smiling

and pulling me aside you would
smell and caress me all over
a gentle wink and the lightest kisses
and the night would break the spell

On the borders of the smelting fire
A pyre awaits for the burning star
Skits on the shadows of the darker waves
Grim and tied in the locks of the hair

In the wearied low-lands of the outer earth
I see you
Spinning in the many colours of our lives
Beckoning

Child's play at the sound of the horn
Cacophonies and running home
Splintering at the daze of the day
And grinding in silhouettes

In the wake of the latest day
I see you
Eating tomorrows in the cream of love
Smiling

If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me

unless I am feeling
deep inside
really feeling, really 'living'
I don't feel alive
it's a drug, need that 'fix'
need ............. YOU

until you, until 'us' -
now my heartbeat is strong
you're my fuel,
you're my fire
how is this wrong?

you're so calm, so collected
your feelings don't show
here I am, such a mess
so **** emotional