All of the women I’ve known and loved,
some of them intimately and others not,
have given me something in spite of,
my habit of causing relationships to rot.
A few have shown me I need caution and fear.
Too friendly, too forward, too loving and kind.
Their words to watch whenever they’re near.
Their motives suspicious and deceitful towards mine.
Still some I have loved with my entire heart,
My face surprised each time with a smack.
I’d do it again in a second and don’t regret a single part,
even if the important ones never did love back.
These women I’ll always remember and love no matter how sore
because each has changed me to something better than I was before.