I guess maybe it's because I've left more scars than I've taken and skidded across the highways of too many broken hearts that I've never thought of myself as scarred but I have to be- I must be, car crashes leave more than just marks and I've danced through this world not-too-lightly- everything I've done has affected me some way, some how, but they don't feel like scars- even though they're mentally there, on my heart, forever; the marks she left there when she saw that green light and didn't go, or when my light was red and I dashed through- destroying everything in my path. I've been on fire millions of times. Each of them tested and refined, some of them destroyed. my engine's been upgraded, revamped, my paintjob's a horrid mess; my insurance won't cover me much longer. There's been so many flames- my oil seems to act of it's own accord- and maybe, just maybe, the scars that have been on my heart are more often *burns.
just got through drivers ed- death and fire have been on my mind.