I like my men like I like my coffee Strong and dark Hot and silent Now go away I Like my coffee like I like my *** Strong and dark Hot and silent Now go away I Like my men like I like my *** Strong and dark Hot and silent Now please stay I Am just a shell made of superflus things I am a bean of coffee that hasn't been discovered I have a different flavor I Am not like every bean I Am whole and raw New and scared I Am a woman that hasn't had a chance to bloom yet I Have not passed the stages of life like the others I Have not been taken on a date Or gotten a real first kiss I Have been used for *** by people who did not care I Thought no one would ever want me I Let myself be used because I was too scared To wake up and realize I would wait my whole life I Am insecurity itself Hiding behind the awful shield of over confidence and disdain I am a ****** in love I Have no idea how good love could feel as I have never felt it I Ran away and I am terrified to fall in love I Have been used as a ****** object I Let myself believe this was all I was good for and I Don't know pleasure or trust or kindness or love or care or passion I know Hard and strong Hot and silent Sad and terrifying Guilt and shame Fear and loneliness I Am a master at hiding away My emotions I Don't know how to feel good I Have not been taken on a date I Have never gotten a real first kiss I Don't know how to make love in a world where everyone has experienced it I Am a abomination I Don't know how to let people in because of their expectations I Am expected to put out and enjoy it I Am expected to be okay with hands touching my body I Am expected to know what to do I Am expected to know how to give and receive I Am a child I Am a shaking thirteen year old I Don't know what butterflies in my stomach are and I Need someone who understands I Can't be treated like every other girl I Am a shaking fourteen year old I Don't know what lips against mine feel like I Have the emotional drive of a toddler I Need to be explained everything and I Need to be shown how to walk I Can't be expected to be a twenty year old I Have the ****** drive of a plant I Don't know how good it could be or How anything works I Need to be watered everyday before I can bloom I Need the pressure to be a ****** object to stop I Don't know how to cope with any of the hormones rushing my brain I Want things like holding hands to be a huge step I Want things like the brush of his lips on my forehead to mean the world I Can't skip any steps I Am a toddler and I Can't be expected to run before I can walk I Have done horrible things to myself and now I Want to start over but How would this ever work in a world so focused on ***. I want my man like I like my blanket Warm and secure Hugging me all night to keep the nightmares away Soaking in my fears and protecting me from the monsters under my bed I Am only a child.