Single/NOT Looking

What's love but a four-letter word, I talk about way too much
Especially when I don't have it ?
So I figured I would explain my status, turn a couple of your gauges
Picking my brain, reciting lines & reasons why I never want to be taken
I hate being quoted, and on such short notice
I can't see why any woman would want me, they MUST have underlying motives
Must of spoke to Erica and heard how I splurged her
God damn it, I knew I should've let her financial problems concern her
Or maybe the way how I touch my pen to the cranium gets them wetter
Than any man ever has just skin deep; rubbing their clits, incoming stormy weather
Is that a crude sight to invision?
Their legs shaking harder after reading each paragraph that I've written
Be it non-fiction or completely ficticious
From The Phillipines through To Be Determined, they call me Mr. LOVE Bitches
That's all I tend to get stuck with, flipping their decisions
Right back on me, and it's ALWAYS with a stinging vengeance

So I quit the bitches, and quoted my father from when I was Pacing the kitchen.

Real women; it's been a while since I've seen those in the area
Oblivious to the fact I've been single for a year, avoiding most women like I'm deathly
Scared of commitment; they're finally showing their pretty faces
Giving me the wrong numbers so we never get past the first name basis
Supposedly getting the picture, sharpening the lenses' pixel
Throwing me off when they say they want to get physical
Again -- trying to pick my mental to see if I'd ever mention them
But they never catch on, it's ALWAYS subliminal -- I'm too sick with my pen

Been staring at the title knowing it feels absolutely right to click 'Publish Post'.

In winter the love word gets lost in translation & sin
In spring the season reminds me of why I love being single again
Though that shit shouldn't matter -- summer compliments
The reason most girls wear less clothing;
Then fall comes and they bundle up when every 'leave' begins to scatter
Ma, you love me? -- stop saying it, it'll backlash us
And trust me, when I feel threatened, I start taking steps backwards
Thus the title subjected to status
And why I've let strings loosen, comparable to finding an addictive replacement
In this short period of time, I've become more lucent
Regardless of these feelings of tangled interest, I've become more fluent
See how I'm writing...? -- you'll get used to it
It goes on & off; I'm insecure, read line six over again -- make sense to it
I'm sorry to hear close friends to you started warring your faction
Like you two have a child, and I'm overstepping boundaries --
When he knew he should've wore a tighter prophylactic
You obviously have history, I saw your theatrical jargon; it sounds deep
When each of you are just cameos, and the starring role is bittersweet
Like you both are just getting back at the other for what I don't know
But casted for a role I'm in new contract with, when I'm starting to question the prose
You've listened to the cons, time to listen to the pros
Truth, I should try to find you;
Before I flip the dimmer light switch & backlot doors close
Future woman, you're vital -- but who is to say I'll feel the same way
I do today, tomorrow... I just don't want to break anything inside you
So I only back away as an instinct, call it another mode of survival
I hope that explains the title