Loudly

All my friends, they say they're proud because after three months I stopped following your account. Little do they know, I see you in every crowd, every coffee, every blonde, every movie I used to applaud. And I do hate you, I can say it out loud. You stood me up without having a single doubt. But I do miss you, even if I don't say it out loud. I miss our long trips on the bus and the way your laugh sounds. You know what the worst part is? You didn't want me around. I was the perfect friend, the perfect guide, But for a lover? Too loud. Although let me tell you one thing, I hope my absence haunts you down. And the way you treated me? I hope that puts you in the ground.