Mazda

It's no wonder people relate love to a burning flame. 
Fire - you need it to survive, but at its own will it can burn everything to ash. 
My heart has been broken more times than I can remember,
Yet it remains ignorant and naive,
Ignoring the caution signs and red lights.

Like the brakes on my car my heart has been so worn that I'm not even sure it functions properly.
Even when I beg it to, it can no longer come to a screeching halt.
My airbag is questionable as well. 
There is no safety net for crashing,
Or falling in love. 

I have control of the wheel and gas pedal,
But my speed and mobility are restricted by the other drivers, the speed limit signs, and the paint stained on the pavement. 

Cops keep me in check;
I've gotten tickets a few times. 
One being when in response to me having a girlfriend someone related it to pouring hydrogen peroxide on an injury. 
Another being when I heard a comment “they're both cute, what a waste” in regard to a lesbian couple. 

Funny how there's been so much progression in motor vehicle design,
Yet most cars break down before 200,000 miles.
So much technology and Bluetooth,
Yet people still die in texting-and-driving accidents. 

It's human nature to try to perfect the world,
But with new inventions comes new problems. 
With new love, comes new heartache. 

My car has a rotary engine;
They aren’t common, but mine isn’t the only one.
Most people know they’re different, but don't understand how they work.
It goes like most things -
You don’t bother learning or even acknowledging until you, or someone close to you, owns one.

Since when did social acceptance become so hard to obtain? 
Since when did an uncontrollable emotion like love become a question of law?

I'll tell you when. 

When manufacturers began production based on the assembly line. 
When machines began taking the place of people. 
Quantity over quality right?

Doesn't matter if I can love truer or stronger. 
If I don't fit in with the rest of society I'm not allowed to express myself. 
I'm not allowed to drive across the country with my significant other without countless people trying to replace my oil or realign my tires. 

Kids at school don't care how high my GPA is,
Or how bright my personality is. 
If I don't have a nice car the respect I get seems to steadily decrease. 
God forbid I have rust, or dents, or squeaky brakes. 
I have to rev my engine and blare my amazing stereo system to avoid the degrading looks through the parking lot. 

Nobody knows my AC is broken, 
because you can't see or hear that from the side of the road. 
Good thing my personal comfort doesn't matter as long as my car is freshly washed and waxed.

One of these days I will design my own car. 
I will define my own laws.
I won't worry about fitting in,
Or assimilating into society’s expectations. 
One day I will -

Crash.