Infamous Misses

When I was growing up,

My mother told me not to womanise or misbehave

And I was well behaved

Until my friends introduced me to Misconduct

That’s when my innocence got corrupt

I went seeking knowledge from Misinformation

With her I thought I’d never be wrong

But both misinformed that didn’t last long

I searched until I found Misunderstand

But with her, every word was misread

Then love was misled

Replaced with misery instead.

Eventually came Miscommunication with lovely dialogue

But soon it became miscommunicated monologues

Listening to her friends Mistrust and Misbelief

Telling her to disbelieve

Then we’d argue over that or this belief

Using misapplied emotions in misunderstood situations

A simple miscalculation

With Mistake and Mistook, misjudging the conclusion

Using misconstrued interpretation

So I called on Misinterpretation to make representation.

But I was misrepresented with every word presented,

The jury not being led but misguided

I called it a mistrial of justice,

thinking how can it make sense

To be sentenced to a life sentence with miscast mistress

Now she’s just Miss Stress!

I soon met Misfortune

But luck was never my fortune

For it seems with her my fortunes were mismatched

And will never forget Misadventure and how she sparked my fire

But things didn’t just misfired, they backfired

With me misusing Mismanagement and mishandling the misnomers

At times I felt as if I was cursed by mystic powers.

From the start i knew we weren't the right fit, but misfits

When opportunity knocked, Mischance said, “Take it!

You must take chances no matter what happens.

But be careful or your heart will be left misshapen.”

You  know it can be a hit or a miss

And with these infamous Misses you will never go amiss

I felt I had met Miss Right or maybe Miss Perhaps

So deep in love I tried not to have mishaps

Then there was Miss Right Now and Miss Perhaps Not

My choices weren't easy,

So I asked Misplace to ask Mistrust to tell me who to put my trust in

Because it hurts when love goes, no feelings, only Missing

And while I try to find a new Misses to fill in

I misconceived the mischief I’d be in

Being called miscreant with deeds that are unforgiving

Caused by life’s misdoings and my misgivings

Resulting in love’s miscarriage

So it was no mystery

When Mistreat made her entry

Using painful words like missiles saying they’re complementary

So ill-treated my head was cloudy, eyes misty

Trying to arrest heart and soul for the love missed

And the opportunities carelessly missed

Each day being introduced or re-introduced to another Infamous Miss

And I wish I could forget them and from my life dismiss

But deep down I’m thankful for the lesson.

So I’m sorry mommy, I did womanise

But each one made me realize,

Teaching life’s lessons, making me wise

That one day I’ll be imperfectly perfect in the right Miss’ eyes