Douche

One moment you are looking at me
The next you're checking another one out
One second your are caught in a trance at my sight
The next you're tagging along lunches with another

I have considered that I deserve someone better
The hell I do.
Better than your half-hearted, coward attempts
at charming me.

There is no denying
that I was captivated for a while

But now the wake up call sounded
from the way your ears point
Your eyes light up
At your next prospect,

your next prey.

I am not wounded
but, for real, it was a near-death experience.

Go find another victim.
You found yourself a survivor.