what if the monsters in my head are the ones that want me dead instead?

a blade
sharp and still
cold.*
frost must have got it                              
so it crunches yet                                    
tickles when i stand on it                      
green and brittle                                      
the blade of grass                                    
reaches for sun                                        
no real meaning of life                          
but it doesn't know that                        
it only wants light,                                  
warmth                                                    
so it will grow                                        
to reach the light.                                    
cut it down                                              
it will heal                                                
and continue to grow                            
be *that type of blade
not the steal one you thought of
when you read the first line.

I think about you at night
And wonder what you're doing
Do you think of me?
Am I the one you're pursuing?

Sometimes I feel it's real
Sometimes I think it's not
Although my heart's all in
I feel yours can't be bought

Not with my tenderness
Not with my affection
It's not supposed to be bought
I'm just dying for your attention

Maybe I mean something
Maybe I don't at all
But you are something special
And it's hard not to fall

I fall for your soul
And your perfect heart
I feel the need for you
And I never want to part

You've got me on lock
I am under your spell
My love travels deep
And with that I'm compelled

Compelled to adore you
Forced to want you
And until I can have you
I'll continue to chase you