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Don't Abuse Me.

Don't Abuse Me.

Ulises Vargas

May 21, 2025.


I want love, not lust.

View me not as a heist or a sexy bust.

Stop fussing that sex is a must. 

I need trust, something built on love, not lust.


Don’t blow me like a gust of wind.

Don’t choke me like I’m breathing dust.

Don’t bite me like I was a lower being.

Don’t slap me like I’m just your bitch. 

Don’t let me love the abuse. 


I crave to be thrown around. 

I confuse that it’s love I’ve found. 

You use me, then we go for another round. 

Bury me in the ground. 


Don’t abuse me, I need it. 

Don’t torture me, I like it. 

Don’t torment me, I’m used to it. 

Don’t make love to me, it’s not real. 


Show me love, don’t make it. 

Blow me while you look in my eyes, 

Like you see more in me; 

Like you love me with objectivity. 


Don’t blow me like a gust of wind.

Don’t choke me like I’m breathing dust.

Don’t bite me like I was a lower being.

Don’t slap me like I’m just your bitch. 

Don’t let me love the abuse. 


I need your touch, but not like that. 

I love you so much, but don’t treat me like that. 

I don’t feel right when you beat me like that. 

I stare at my reflection when you devalue me like that. 


Please love me like you mean it. 

Please don’t call yourself by my name

Please don’t say those sweet little nothings. 

Please don’t promise forever.

I know you don’t mean any of it.

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