Prey

You swooped on me
like I was your prey.
Then when I was used up,
you threw me away.
Moving onto your
next target
made me easy to forget.
But not for me,
you brought me
to my knees.
From then on
I was a stranger.
Someone who would
never cause you danger.
To feeble to fight back
from any form of attack.
Years have passed
and still it lasts.
The rejection and pain
still feel the same.
Yet if I had the chance
to relive,
I know that
I could forgive.