Double Standard.

You played love intoxicating me like rain's melody until it became evident that you just wanted to get the best of me.  Double standard love that cut like a sword sharpened on both sides, the hypocrisy of your theories shone brightly as you chose to run and hide.  Instead of support, you offered me the coldest shoulder, oh how it froze.  Your cowardice could kill even the most callous rose.  I gave and gave of me, until my body was just skin, bones and sinews; you took, fed hungrily of me, until there was nothing left for you to grab on to.  It was then you turned and left, claiming that it was for the best; told me what you think I ought to do as though the cure can come so easily.  Easier said than done, my friend, your abandonment has made you my enemy.  I have survived much harder harder falls, always landing on my feet; you lacked the ingredients to make my recipe complete.  Turn the other cheek, avert your gaze if we see one another in the streets, for you have shown me new versions of deceit.  Insecure as you were, our downfall was entirely attributed to me, as though I was a tyrant whose misery depended on your company.  Without any accountability, you turned away and then still naively believed we could remain in love; although my love is unconditional, I will not be anybody's fool.  You used then deserted me, yet through the haze of your vanity, you fail to see that you were calculatedly cruel.  Good riddance to you, this is but a splinter in my side, once removed, I will return to living my magnificent life.  Lucky you, count your blessings for having a chance with me, a hard act to follow, surely any successors will taste failure and defeat.