Peeling Red Letters

I enjoyed peeling your name, off of my white wall. I gave you all I had, you brought little if at all.

Your red letters lay in scraps, on my otherwise clean gray floor. Next I get to scoop you up, and throw you out the back door.

I know you didn’t mean it, I really just don’t care. I looks as if you just found out, you get what you give and that’s fair.