I am The Antonym

What did you get out of lying to me?
you got nothing
you lost a friend
I lost nothing; except my willingness to pretend
you did not hurt me
if that was your goal
I knew what to expect
I knew your heart was cold
and stained with the blood of a thousand sin
Tainted with your faux Feelings;
painted with your many lovers
most of which you sent away
not many heed the warning
as many of us fall
there will always be the willing
not matter how many time you cheat
they will come back.
But they are not me and
I call them the hopeless
 I am the antonym