I Reflect Yet Again

So here's another poem I wrote on gs called "I Know, But". As I go over these poems, refresh my memory of what prompted me to write them I get a little cleansing. I wrote this poem after I lost my virginity, but before I had a relationship that involved intimacy. I understand how I felt this way, but I don't understand how I will ever achieve any of the circumstances on the "but" line of this write.

I KNOW how to be used,
BUTshow me how to be needed.

I KNOW how to be cold,
BUT show me how to be warm.

I KNOW what i want,
BUT show what i can desire.

I KNOW how to care,
BUT can you show its return?

I KNOW life is an experience,
BUT can you show me you?

I KNOW I'm a woman,
BUT show me i'm grown.

I KNOW how to fuck,
BUT show me how to make love.

Men always claim to want a good girl, a good woman; but for some reason they never approach her. (women have the same thing)They don't like the shy chick. They want someone who is outgoing and all-around awesome. It seems to me that no one ever takes time to see that the shy chick is just a little protective about who she shows herself to. It never occurs to them that she may have the best story line, but they over look her because she doesn't throw herself upon their manliness.

I just don't know what I'll do...I'll just wait for my but...