Between my legs

Dear you,
 I know you only see me for the things you expect me to give. My goods, my money, my abused heart, and my vulnerability. You want me to continue to tell you I love you, but love comes with respect and trust. You don't respect me enough to except the fact that I said no. But I have to respect your sexual needs. You don't even respect me enough to stop texting your ex girlfriend. You claim she used you for your money the way you use me. You want me to trust you, but trust falls short, when my respect is lost.