Playing With Fire

I'm a mess inside,
My head's a traffic jam of men,
I don't want you to be one of the cars,
Not unless you're going to be my beetle,
But I love beetles,
And I'm trying to cut out love from my life.
I don't have time for love
Because it takes over me.
But they've already taken over,
I like you.
And I want that to be enough,
I'm too guarded,
I'll cut you off,
You'll have to try really hard,
And I don't want to make it too hard,
But it could be,
If you start playing with fire,
If you start playing with me,
Things could get messy.

-3rd December 2011