Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

The Dear Hunter


March 13, 2016 at 9pm EST

Social media notification that you still like dogs. 
She likes your likes, you like her likes, she emoji's a wink. 
This of course translates to ending my world, symbols crumpling the note you wrote me, your named signed with "Love Ya." 
Now you're liking her reposts. 
Nose to nose with her, as she's hanging her arms around you, clasping her hands behind your neck. 
Her finger tips stroking the fragments of your taped-together ego, 
jig-sawed and jumbled since you left.